Mr. President (Have Pity On The Working Man) Lyrics

We've taken all you've given
It's getting hard to make a living
Mister President, have pity on the working man

We ain't asking you to love us
You may place yourself high above us
Mister President, have pity on the working man

I know it may sound funny,
But people ev'rywhere running out of money
We just cant make it by ourself

It is cold and the wind is blowing
We need something to keep us going
Mister President have pity on the working man

Maybe you're cheap
Maybe you're blind
Maybe you have lost your mind
Maybe you only think about yourself

Too late to run, too late to cry now
The time has come to say goodbye now
Mister President, have pity on the working man
Mister President, have pity on the working man