October 21-27, 2004

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The Workingman's Friend

Words and Music by Lea Jones

It's a kick that you think I'm an ordinary guy

Good ol' country boy just sidling by

But my daddy was in Congress, ran the CIA

Oh and he was President, what can I say?

I'm the son of privilege, way more so than John Kerry

Hell, he worked through high school, man, that's gotta be scary

While he ran the DA's office, putting away criminals

I was snortin' and smokin' and getting' all subliminal

Like the Monday morning flu,

I'm no friend to the working man

Forty years I skated through

No friend to the working man

See I was born to money, I was born to fame

But the workingman's vote is the name of the game

I got piles of money, never raised a hand

Do you know me? I don't think so. I'm no friend to the working man.

But I'm a real patriot, white, red, and blue

Got into the Guard thanks to you know who

But I just couldn't hack it, it was too long a haul,

Instead of serving my time, I did my time AWOL

I so enjoy my vacations

No friend to the working man

And related deviations

No friend to the working man

Even as your President, I'm not inclined to sweat

Never have, never will, what you see is what you get

In fact if you think back you can probably remember

I took the whole month off 'fore that fateful September

What's this Bin Laden about?

No friend to the working man

We'll let Tenet sort it out

No friend to the working man

"Set my hair on fire, George"

(Guitar solo)

Yeah I'm a Texas oilman giving you the shaft

I get your blue collar backing, man, I just gotta laugh

Cause "tween your minimum wage and lousy health benefits

Any asshole can see I don't give a flying shit

But I talk a good game

I'm no friend to the workingman

Don't know the meaning of shame

No friend to the workingman

I never did my homework and I'm glad that you don't either

It's only by staying clueless you can be a true believer

I got expensive tastes, I like consorting with crooks

You believe I'm your friend, man, you're dumber than I look

Yeah I'm a real patriot, red, blue and white

When I yell "HOMELAND" it's you that goes to fight,

My main man Rummy will be counting the cash

We earn from starting wars and sending poor white trash

To do their duty

I'm no friend to the working man

Raking in the booty

No friend to the working man

I want you to think I'm an ordinary guy

An ol' country boy just shuffling by

But my daddy was Prezdent, ran the CIA

Then he handed me the keys, what more can I say?

Music by Lea Jones, The Swing States Road Show, www.LeaJonesMusic.com