Blue Collar lyrics
by Styx



Blue Collar Manfrom the Styx LP "Pieces of Eight"Give me a job, give me securityGive me a chance to surviveI'm just a poor soul in the unemployment lineMy God I'm hardly aliveMy mother and father, my wife and my friendsYou're seen them laugh in my faceBut I've got the power and I've got the willI'm not a charity case -- I'll take thoseLong nights, impossible oddsKeeping my eye on the keyholeIf it takes all that to be just what I amWell I'm gonna be a blue collar manMake me an offer that I can't refuseMake me respectable manThis is my last time in the unemployment lineSo like it or not -- I'll take thoseLong nights, impossible oddsKeeping my back to the wallif it takes all night to be just who I amWell I'm gonna be a blue collar manKeeping my mind on a better lifeWhere happiness is only a heartbeat awayParadise--can it be all I head it wasI close my eyes and maybe I'm already there.Transcribed by Rich Kulawiec, rsk@ecn.purdue.edu