Working Man Blues

Working Man Blues - Floyd Council

Lyrics by：Blind Boy Fuller's Buddy

Composed by：Blind Boy Fuller's Buddy

The working man ain't nothin' but a dog

The working man ain't nothin' but a dog

When he work hard all the week payday his woman wants it all

I came home this morning 'tween nine-thirty and ten

When I got home this mornin' between nine-thirty and ten

When I found that old back-bitter well sittin' back in my den

Babe I feel like snapping my pistol in your face

Hey my pistol in your face

And some low-down undertaker carry you to your resting place

The working man ought'a come 'head of time

Hey ought'a come 'head of time

There you can catch your dirty woman just like I caught mine

Lord lord ain't gon' work no more

Lord lord ain't goin' to work no more

I'm gonna get me a workin' woman and let this house keep her door