I've been working at a sawmill,
earning every dime I make.
I'm looking at my check stub,
cussing what the tax man takes.
My baby's depending on me,
oh Lord,
to bring her bacon home.
But it's just soft pork we're eating lower on the hog.
But if I die in the morning,
they can't say I didn't pay my way.
With all this sweat and elbow grease,
and doing what the foreman say.
But after we buy groceries,
pay the rent and the telephone,
I'm broke and gone.
What's going on?
There's a lot less * to throw out to the dogs.
I'm making more now,
and eating lower on the hog.
There's people standing with their hands out,
the poor men are well-fed and I'm
saving their back while I'm out breaking mine.
I ain't worried about the federal budget,
or the L.A.
City small.
I've been working overtime,
and eating lower on the hog,
yeah.
But if I die in the morning,
they can't say I didn't pay my way.
With all this sweat and elbow grease,
and doing what the foreman say.
But after we buy groceries,
pay the rent and the telephone,
I'm broke and gone.
What's going on?
There's a lot less * to throw out to the dogs.
I'm making more now,
and eating lower on the hog,
yeah.
There's a lot less * to throw out to the dogs.
I'm making more money,
but I'm eating lower on the hog,
yeah.