Robot Killed The Working Man lyrics by Zach Bryan

0:00You don't know what hard times are, daddy

0:03Hard times are when the textile workers around this country are out of work

0:07They got four or five kids and can't pay their wages, can't buy their food

0:12Hard times are when the auto workers are out of work and they tell 'em, "Go home"

0:17And hard times are when a man has worked at a job 30 years, 30 years

0:23They give him a watch, kick him in the butt

0:25And say, "Hey, a computer took your place, daddy"

0:28This place don't smell like Winston's and whiskey no more

0:36Thе feet don't creep and creak the hard oak of a harmonious floor

0:44And Grandma's old garden ain't what it usеd to be

0:48There's rats on tomatoes and holes in the leaves

0:52Fell in the yard where Granddad parked his car

0:56Before driving us to drive-ins and breaking our hearts

1:00Them quarters quit coming, that engine quit running

1:04And that truck just stayed sitting with six kids in the kitchen

1:09Even though he was well-trained, well-read, and worked hard

1:17The robot killed the working man

1:21Took the nail and hammer right out of his hands

1:25Sealed up the coffin, sold off the land

1:29Replaced the good book with machines in their hands

1:34Sooner or later, more soon than not

1:37Them homegrown tomatoes all ripe and then rot

1:42With no rhyme or reason, and no helping hand

1:46The day the robot killed the working man

2:06And this place don't look like what it looked like when I was a kid

2:15Can't you see what a giant step for humanity did?

2:23And all of them calluses for palaces built in the sky, boy

2:31Mean nothing to the machine on the day the working man dies, boy

2:39The robot killed the working man

2:43Took the nail and hammer right out of his hands

2:47Sealed up the coffin, sold off the land

2:51Replaced the good book with machines in their hands

2:56Sooner or later, more soon than not

3:00Them homegrown tomatoes all ripe and then rot

3:04With no rhyme or reason, no protest to stand

3:08The day the robot killed the working man

3:28And brick by brick, them Mullen boys built this town

3:36And brick by brick, them bastards keep tearing me down

3:44There's no one to be angry at every time a working man falls

3:53Just more ads for gambling and more ads for more of it all

4:01The robot killed the working man

4:05Took the nail and hammer right out of his hands

4:09Sealed up the coffin, sold off the land

4:13Replaced the good book with machines in their hands

4:17Sooner or later, more soon than not

4:21Them homegrown tomatoes all ripe and then rot

4:25With no rhyme or reason, no helping hand

4:29The day the robot killed the working man

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