Karaoké The Hand That Feeds The Crane Wives

I've seen good men spoiled

Chained to their jobs like hounds

They work and sleep and work again

In the darkest nights they howl

Their cries are a warnin' to everyone followin'

No man should stand to work all of his days and have nothing at the end of them

I got no money but the change that jingles in my pockets

Remindin' me how little

I have

And as for time

I am powerless to stop it

It keeps rambling on like a mad wanderin' man

My papa was a howlin' man

Traded in his youth

He sold his dreams and all of his days for the great American ruse

And my dear papa gave me lessons in regret

He said all that he'd done would be for nothin' if I followed in his steps

I got no money but the change that jingles in my pockets

Remindin' me how little

I have

And as for time

I am powerless to stop it

It keeps rambling on like a mad wanderin' man

My papa taught me how to howl

How to bear my teeth and growl

He taught me that the hand that feeds deserves to be bitten when it beats

He taught me how to break my chains and that money ain't worth a thing

And that no man should get more of my time than me

Than me

I may never be a rich man but I can make sure that I am free

I may never be a rich man but the rich man will never have me

Never have me

I may never be a rich man but I can make sure that I am free

I may never be a rich man

The rich man will never have me

Never have me

I got no money but the change that jangles in my pockets

Remindin' me how little

I have

But as for time

As for time

It's mine

It's mine