We've taken all you've given
It's gettin' hard to make a livin'
Mr. President, have pity on the working man We ain't asking you to love us
You may place yourself high above us
Mr. President, have pity on the working man I know it may sound funny
But people ev'ry where are runnin' out of money
We just can't make it by ourself It is cold and the wind is blowing
We need something to keep us gong
Mr. President, have pity on the working man Maybe you're cheatin'
Maybe you're lyin'
Maybe you have lost your mind
Maybe you only think about yourself Too late to run, too late to cry now
The time has come for us to say good-bye now
Mr. President, have pity on the working man
Mr. President, have pity on the working man