Broke from Dawn to Dusk
Reggae song in the early rocksteady style: a choppy shuffle, a chopping guitar, organ and a bouncing bass, with a high, plaintive male tenor and group responses. Gritty and soulful, sung in English, about working hard from dawn to dusk and still being broke.
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Coffee's cold and the sky is gray.Another shift to trade my life away.Stepping out before the birds can sing.Waiting for the bell to finally ring.Hands are calloused and my back is tight.Punching out into the dead of night.Walking home beneath a heavy cloud.Quiet man inside a noisy crowd.Bust my back until the sun goes down.Still the poorest man in this whole town.Pockets empty but the bills are due.Starting over when the day is new.Bust my back until the sun goes down.Still the poorest man in this whole town.Numbers dancing on a wrinkled page.Feels like living in a rental cage.Landlord’s knocking at the kitchen door.Asking why I can’t afford no more.Mama said the honest path is best.But the honest path don’t give no rest.Digging ditches just to fill a hole.Selling pieces of my weary soul.Bust my back until the sun goes down.Still the poorest man in this whole town.Pockets empty but the bills are due.Starting over when the day is new.Bust my back until the sun goes down.Still the poorest man in this whole town.They say the cream is gonna rise.But look at all the mud inside my eyes.There ain't no ladder reaching up this high.Just a lot of work until I die.Bust my back until the sun goes down.Still the poorest man in this whole town.Pockets empty but the bills are due.Starting over when the day is new.Bust my back until the sun goes down.Still the poorest man in this whole town.
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