How can you call a man a man
When you treat him like a dog?
And how can you call a man a man
When you kill him like a hog?
How can you call him an eternal soul
And grind him in the dirt?
And how can you say a fella's free
Chained down and tied to work?
She's upside down, she's broke apart
And getting worse every day
A working man's hand is the hardest card
In the whole damn deck to play
She's upside down, she's broke apart
And getting worse every day
A working man's hand is the hardest card
In the whole damn deck to play
How can you talk about equal rights
And jail the man that uses them?
How can you worship the rich man
That sees poor folks and refuses them?
How can you talk of freedom
And jail the man that talks it?
You kiss the man's ass that rides the road
And you jail the old boy that walks it
She's upside down, she's broke apart
And getting worse every day
A working man's hand is the hardest card
In the whole damn deck to play
She's upside down, she's broke apart
And getting worse every day
A working man's hand is the hardest card
In the whole damn deck to play
A working man's hand is the hardest card
In the whole damn deck to play
How can you like the United States
And kill us for unitin'?
How can you accuse us of being violent
When you start all the fightin'?
Every time we organize
You rich guys pull a fast one
Oh, we might lose many a fight
But we'll damn sure win the last one
She's upside down, she's broke apart
And getting worse every day
A working man's hand is the hardest card
In the whole damn deck to play
She's upside down, she's broke apart
And getting worse every day
A working man's hand is the hardest card
In the whole damn deck to play
A working man's hand is the hardest card
In the whole damn deck to play
The Last One Video (MV)
Performed By: Dropkick Murphys
Written by: Ken Casey, Tim Brennan, Jeff DaRosa, James Lynch, Kevin Rheault, Woody Guthrie
Dropkick Murphys - The Last One Lyrics
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How can you call a man a man
When you treat him like a dog?
And how can you call a man a man
When you kill him like a hog?
How can you call him an eternal soul
And grind him in the dirt?
And how can you say a fella's free
Chained down and tied to work?
She's upside down, she's broke apart
And getting worse every day
A working man's hand is the hardest card
In the whole damn deck to play
She's upside down, she's broke apart
And getting worse every day
A working man's hand is the hardest card
In the whole damn deck to play
How can you talk about equal rights
And jail the man that uses them?
How can you worship the rich man
That sees poor folks and refuses them?
How can you talk of freedom
And jail the man that talks it?
You kiss the man's ass that rides the road
And you jail the old boy that walks it
She's upside down, she's broke apart
And getting worse every day
A working man's hand is the hardest card
In the whole damn deck to play
She's upside down, she's broke apart
And getting worse every day
A working man's hand is the hardest card
In the whole damn deck to play
A working man's hand is the hardest card
In the whole damn deck to play
How can you like the United States
And kill us for unitin'?
How can you accuse us of being violent
When you start all the fightin'?
Every time we organize
You rich guys pull a fast one
Oh, we might lose many a fight
But we'll damn sure win the last one
She's upside down, she's broke apart
And getting worse every day
A working man's hand is the hardest card
In the whole damn deck to play
She's upside down, she's broke apart
And getting worse every day
A working man's hand is the hardest card
In the whole damn deck to play
A working man's hand is the hardest card
In the whole damn deck to play
When you treat him like a dog?
And how can you call a man a man
When you kill him like a hog?
How can you call him an eternal soul
And grind him in the dirt?
And how can you say a fella's free
Chained down and tied to work?
She's upside down, she's broke apart
And getting worse every day
A working man's hand is the hardest card
In the whole damn deck to play
She's upside down, she's broke apart
And getting worse every day
A working man's hand is the hardest card
In the whole damn deck to play
How can you talk about equal rights
And jail the man that uses them?
How can you worship the rich man
That sees poor folks and refuses them?
How can you talk of freedom
And jail the man that talks it?
You kiss the man's ass that rides the road
And you jail the old boy that walks it
She's upside down, she's broke apart
And getting worse every day
A working man's hand is the hardest card
In the whole damn deck to play
She's upside down, she's broke apart
And getting worse every day
A working man's hand is the hardest card
In the whole damn deck to play
A working man's hand is the hardest card
In the whole damn deck to play
How can you like the United States
And kill us for unitin'?
How can you accuse us of being violent
When you start all the fightin'?
Every time we organize
You rich guys pull a fast one
Oh, we might lose many a fight
But we'll damn sure win the last one
She's upside down, she's broke apart
And getting worse every day
A working man's hand is the hardest card
In the whole damn deck to play
She's upside down, she's broke apart
And getting worse every day
A working man's hand is the hardest card
In the whole damn deck to play
A working man's hand is the hardest card
In the whole damn deck to play
Writer: Ken Casey, Tim Brennan, Jeff DaRosa, James Lynch, Kevin Rheault, Woody Guthrie
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.