Lord, he made a woman out of me (Yes, he did) (He made a woman) Joe made a woman out of me I was born on a levy A little bit south of Montgomery Mama worked in the big house And, daddy, he worked for the county I never had no learning

I'm all over it now No I won't come back And I can't say how glad I am about that 'Cause I worked and I cursed and I cried Hello innocence Though it seems like we've been friends for years I'm finishing How I wish I had never begun

And I know that I wasn't in the picture Tried to paint it, looking perfect And it never worked for the both of us I'mma let you know, now I'll let you go You should fly, for the first time in a long time Just fly, let you go, let you go Let you fly, for

Karen, take me to the nearest famous city middle where they hang the lights Where it's random and it's common versus common, la la la I'm really worked up I have weird memories of you I have weird memories of you wearing long red socks and red shoes I

Do not obey Never one to be held back or held down I'd write my name so the king could see I will follow the true declaration And find some hope in what mankind could be I've worked so hard Let my deeds be my witness And let my words flow through

The farmer is the man, the farmer is the man (Traditional, adapted by Ry Cooder) (D) - (A) - (E) (A) We worked through Spring and Winter, through (D) Summer and through (A) Fall But the mortgage worked the hardest and the (E) steadiest of us all It (A)

Tear it loose, tear it loose Gonna tear it, gonna tear it loose Blast my way into the night Gonna shout it from the roof I'm gonna live my dream, shout and scream! There ain't no way I'm gonna wait for Saturday Night I worked all day, I slaved away, I

I'ma take you with me when I go And it's much too late to change my name I get older but my troubles don't change Worked so hard with nothin' to show When I leave here, when I leave here I have no place to go I'm a stranger, just a stranger Even to the

Railroad Bill, Railroad Bill He never worked, and he never will, And it's ride, ride, ride. Railroad Bill's a mighty mean man Shot the light out of the poor brakeman's hand Railroad Bill, up on a hill Lightin' a cigar with a ten-dollar bill. Railroad

Like a workhorse stands for miles Work for you and never get tired Roll 'em up it's time to go Slaved into brittle and worked for days Only thing that paves your stay Look behind you see what you've made We'll be back before it's too long Shaved into