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Fifty Odd Hours

Words ~ Merle Travis/Mark Sinnis

 
Now some people say a man is made out of mud
But a working class man's made out of muscle and blood
Muscle and blood and skin and bones
A mind that's weak and a back that's strong
You work fifty odd hours and what do you get?
You get another day older and deeper in debt
Saint Peter, don't you call me cause I can't go
I owe my soul to the company store.

I was born one day when the sun didn't shine
I've got a negative outlook, these days it's not hard to find
I worked fifty odd hours you know what I'm waiting for?
Death and taxes and they're both in store
You work fifty odd hours and what do you get?
You get another day older and deeper in debt
Saint Peter, don't you call me cause I can't go
I owe my soul to the company store.

I was born one day on 8-25
To a working class family on a Long Island
I was picked on and tormented, laughed at by a few
And it's just about time to get my revenge on you!
You work fifty odd hours and what do you get?
You get another day older and deeper in debt
Saint Peter, don't you call me cause I can't go
I owe my soul to the company store

If you see me coming you better step aside
A lot of men didn't and a lot of men died
I got a fist of iron and a fist of steel
If the right one don't get you, then the left one will
You work fifty odd hours and what do you get?
You get another day older and deeper in debt
Saint Peter, don't you call me cause I can't go
I owe my soul to the company store