I Keep Gettin' Paid the Same

I'm working on the line

Six days at a time

With a shovel and a spade

I'm digging for the shade

But I keep getting paid the same

I've been working for a man, he likes my style

The more I sweat, the more he smiled

The more I sweat, the deeper I get

He's driving this poor boy wild

I can't live no good on what I get paid

But trouble is a poor man's claim to fame

The prices keep rising every day

And I keep getting paid the same

I get up every morning 'bout half past six

Drink a pot a coffee just to load a ton of bricks

Long about noon, I'm thinking that soon

You're gonna work this poor boy sick

I can't buy beans on what I get paid

I was cooking biscuits when the bill collector came

The prices keep rising every day

And I keep getting paid the same

I lay down my hammer when the whistle sounds

Bury my shovel in the deep, deep ground

Run to my home to see my honeycomb

When that evening sun goes down

I can't live no good on what I get paid

My roof's got a hole and it's looking like rain

Prices keep rising every day

But I keep getting paid the same

I keep getting paid the same

I keep getting paid the same

Yeah, I keep getting paid the same

Yeah, I keep getting paid the same

Hey, I keep getting paid the same

Yeah, I keep getting paid the same

Hey, I keep getting paid the same

Hey, I keep getting paid the same