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Backstory:

About the working poor in the first part of this century.                                                                                                                           

Lyrics:

                                                  
Tote The Load

Phil Schneider (ASCAP)
© 2008

1.	 Lost my job; lost my home.  Most everything damn thing that I own
See my family look at me.  How much more trouble can there be?

2.	I look for work every day.  All I find is minimum pay.
Not enough for us to eat!  How can I bet back on my feet?

Chorus:  Mercy, mercy, mercy me!  How much more trouble can there be?
Christ almighty, don’t you know sometimes it hard to tote the load?

3.  I served my country; did my time; now I stand in a mission line.
Swallowed my anger and my pride; but I ain’t lookin’ for no free ride.  (Chorus)

4.	 Some folks rich; some ‘re poor.  Them that’s got just want some more.
All we own is on our backs.  Can’t carry much in a garbage sack.  (Chorus)