Intro Verse 1 From the garden of eden right on up to today By the sweat of his brow is how a mans supposed to earn his pay But the VIP's and the rich folks of this land Think manual labor ain't nothing but a Mexican Who swam the Rio Grande Manual Labor that old back breaker him Sure knows how to make a fool out of folks like me It throws your muscle in hustle and it numbs your brain Then it hauls you off down the tracks like a run away train Oh manual labor you, you old back breaker you I must have mistaken you, for a true blue friend you've never been My youth and my good time spent, don't know where my money went I like how the government, got more than their share oh well who cares I'm a gettin' on a holy road, send a dollar to a TV show God knows how the money goes, when your saving a soul, big save-on soul Solo (In the key of Chorus repeat and fade