Скачать или смотреть Chris Rodrigues - Mr. Man (Official Lyric Video)

I wrote this song in 2010 while working for 5 dollars an hour. My mom and I both worked for 5 dollars an hour each cleaning vacation rentals while her back was getting worse and worse. We needed the money to survive and I wasn't going to just not work because I couldn't get a better paying job I liked more. Not like the kids these days who wont work and expect everybody to give them everything. That was a very hard time in my life. Jesus got me through it and he gets me through every single day still. Back then I was also writing and recording music for background for TV placements. Somebody in the industry ended up stealing over 50 of my songs for TV. So I wrote this song about it all. I was finally able to record it and put it out in 2025. I hope you like it. The song is called Mr. Man.
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Lyrics:
My mama worked hard
She worked hard for herself
Cleaning up big houses
Keeping dust up off the shelf

She never made much more
Than enough to keep afloat
She kept our heads above the water
With a hole in our boat

I got me a job
The only job that I could find
At a cabin rental business
Way out in the pines

Five dollars an hour
All the money that I earned
And the rich get rich
By stepping on the poor was what I learned

[Chorus]
Well, maybe I'm dirt
It hurts to get stepped on
Spit in the face
Drug to the ground
And as much as it hurts
I've always kept on
As strong as a rock
When I'm getting kicked around

I come from a family
That was full of mountain men
And I went in to the city
And I got robbed with a pen

He was a smooth talking snake
Slithered out of New York Town
If I had known that he was rotten
I would had cut him down

He worked my fingers to the bone
And I never saw a cent
And now I've got nothing to show
For all the time I spent

Well evil rules the world
And soon we all get burned
And the rich get rich
By stepping on the poor was what I learned

[Chorus]

I've made it over that mountain
And across the deep blue sea
And I stepped out of the wilderness
When Jesus set me free
And I would not make it out alive
If it wasn't for the Lord
And the rich keep getting rich
By stepping on the poor

[Chorus]
Well, maybe I'm dirt
It hurts to get stepped on
Spit in the face
Drug to the ground
And as much as it hurts
I've always kept on
As strong as a rock
When I'm getting kicked around
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