Solitary Man lyrics

I dedicate this song to the workin' man

For ever' man that puts in a hard

Eight or ten hours a day of work and toil and sweat

Always got somebody lookin' down his neck

Tryin' to get more out of 'im

Than he really ought to have to put in.

After twenty-nine long years of workin'

In this shop with Oney standin' over me ...

Today when that old whistle blows

It all began when they took me from my home

And put me on Death Row,

A crime for which I am totally innocent, you know.

I began to warm and chill
To objects and their fields,

A ragged cup, a twisted mop

The face of Jesus in my soup

Those sinister dinner deals

The meal trolley's wicked wheels

A hooked bone rising from my food

And all things either good or ungood.

I dedicate this song to the workin' man

For ever' man that puts in a hard

Eight or ten hours a day of work and toil and sweat

Always got somebody lookin' down his neck

Tryin' to get more out of 'im

Than he really ought to have to put in.

After twenty-nine long years of workin'

In this shop with Oney standin' over me ...

Today when that old whistle blows