Dirt in my Pockets

hard working laborer

Dirt in my Pockets

I got dirt in my pockets

I got dirt under my nails

swinging a shovel

dumping dirt into pails

I'm swinging a hammer

I'm building a bridge

working for pennies

to put food in my fridge

sweating from the labor

no rest for the poor

have no education

no shingle on my door

doing just like my daddy

and like his daddy too

when will we catch a break

find ourselves something new

maybe my son will get some schoolin

I'm working hard to get him there

we gotta make a change soon

so tired of getting nowhere

wash the dirt from my pockets

clean the dirt from my nails

maybe I start some school myself

the man that don't try

is the one that fails...

Gomer LePoet....

Reviews

[?]

Maybe its the hard school of knocks. haha
love the flow and rhythum of this one.

[Gandré]

rhythmic, and making good mood, I'd like such lyrics! thanks for reading my poem. hope ur fine. I*ll be in Tampa Bay in August :))