Blue Collar Blues by reggie miles

It's Friday night and I'm feelin' all right,
another weekend is finally here.
I've worked five long days,
for this two day break.
I think I'll have
another glass of cheer.

Cuz I'm a blue collar man.
I've got a nine to five job.
I've got a wife and two kids
and a dog named Bob.
I'm a blue collar man
workin' in a white collar world.

I rent a three bedroom house
with bills that won't quit
and a yard that I need to mow.
I drive a '74, 4-door, used oil guzzler with an AM radio.
And I ain't gettin' rich so I can't get ahead.
It's a struggle just to keep my poor family fed.

I'm a blue collar man, workin' in a white collar world.

If I had my way there'd be some changes made
to help the hard workin' family man.
I'd ship the jobs of those bureaucratic, bean countin' geeks
to a third world distant land.
And what a sight it would be to see them standin' behind,
all of me and my friends in the food bank line.

I'm a blue collar man, workin' in a white collar world.

Cuz if those white collar guys could walk a mile in my shoes,
you can bet they'd be singin' these ol' blue collar blues.

I'm a blue collar man workin' in a white collar world.

© Reggie Miles