Zach Bryan – Robot Killed The Working Man

Sample: "you don't know what hard times are daddy /
hard times, are when the textile workers around this country,
are out of work, and got four of five kids, and can't
pay their wages, can't buy their food / hard times, are when
the auto workers are out of work, and they tell 'em
go home / and hard times, are when a man is working a job /
30 years! 30 years! they give him a watch, kick him in the
butt, and say, 'hey!' a computer took your place daddy"

This place don't smell like Winstons and Whiskey no more,
The feet don't creep and creak the hard oak of a hard mornings floor,
And grandma's old garden ain't what it used to be,
There's rats on tomatoes, and holes in the leaves,
That fell in the yard where granddad parked his car,
Before driving us to drive-in's and breaking our hearts,
Them quarters quit comin', That engine quit runnin',
And that truck just stayed sittin', With kids in the kitchen
Even though he was well trained, well read, and worked hard,

The robot killed the working man,
took the nail and hammer right out of his hands
Sealed up the coffin, sold off the land,
replaced the good book with machines in their hands
Sooner or later, more soon than not,
them home grown tomatoes all ripen and rot
With no rhyme or reason, no helping hands
the day the robot killed the working man

This place don't look like what it looked like when I
was a kid
Can't you see what a giant step for humanity did?
And all of them calluses, for palaces built in the sky boy,
Mean nothing to the machine on the day the working man
dies boy

The robot killed the working man,
took the nail and hammer right out of his hands
Sealed up the coffin, sold off the land,
replaced the good book with machines in their hands
Sooner or later, more soon than not,
them home grown tomatoes all ripen and rot
With no rhyme or reason, no protest or stand,
the day the robot killed the working man,

Brick by brick them mullen boys built this town
Brick by brick them bastards keep tearing me down
There's no one to be angry at every time a working man falls
Just more ads for gambling and more ads for more of it all

The robot killed the working man,
took the nail and hammer right out of his hands,
Sealed up the coffin, sold off the land,
Replaced a good book with machines in their hands,
sooner or later, more soon than not,
those home grown tomatoes all ripen and rot,
With no rhyme or reason, no helping hands,
the day the robot killed the working man.

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