Make a dollar… make a dollar…
make a dollar out of one dime,
as we holler… as we holler…
as we holler from the work line.
Mouths to feed, endless needs,
wages only hold so strong.
Saving up turns to dust;
just how last will this night long?
We can’t get ill with all these bills,
worried about no days off.
If we can’t work, we have to search,
scurry for checks we ain’t got.
This can’t be the only way;
stressing ’round here ev’ry day.
From coast to coast, we do the most,
grinding with no days off.