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I got a job, but I’m still in debt My neighbors livin’ off a welfare check Got a brand new Cadillac parked right outside I ain’t complaining about the way things are But my piece of pie don’t go too far I’m workin’ overtime, just tryin’ to survive I still believe in the stars and stripes Milk and honey and them Harley bikes But don’t tell me about your new health plan Or needin’ money from a workin’ man. (Chorus) I’m just a poor boy, straight out of the Deep South Workin’ hard ain’t never had a hand out I pay my dues so I can stay free Hey Uncle Sam, don’t forget about me Hey Uncle Sam, don’t forget about me. Lord knows I’m an honest guy I pay my taxes and I always try To do what I can, for the red, white and blue But I watch my money going up in smoke They take it all and they leave me broke Now tell me son, what’s a fella to do If it ain’t one thing, well it’s another The rich man wins and the poor man suffers Letras de cancionesI keep it goin’, so I can get paid I’m Dixie born and American made. (Repeat Chorus) I play a custom made Fender guitar I wouldn’t be caught dead in a Japanese car I drive a Chevy Z-71 A rebel flag sticker by my old shot gun. (Repeat Chorus) From Letras Mania