16 Hours
It looks so cold out on that concrete
And this here city took all my love
I wanna work marching for freedom
But lord they don’t pay enough
If I had to point the finger
If I had to cast the blame
I’d tell that bank man he’s a killer
I’d tell his lawyers all the same
I work 16 hours and what do I get?
Just another day older and deeper in debt
St. Peter don’t you call me cause I can’t go
I owe my soul to the company store
I’d work my hands down to the sinew
I’d swing a hammer all day
If I thought I’d buy some freedom
If I thought I’d work these debts away
My sister’s got herself a child
Says he’s got the whole world on a string
But he ain’t felt that cold wind blowing
No he don’t know the price for his dreams
He’s gonna work 16 hours and what does he get?
Just another day older and deeper in debt
St. Peter don’t you call me cause I can’t go
I owe my soul to the company store
And I can feel that bank man coming
He’s gonna take my dues away
And all I can do is sing my troubles
Oh lord, I work 16 hours a day