Lyrics

The Last American Worker
©2011 Rod MacDonald Blue Flute Music/ASCAP

He was born in a land of plenty, served his country overseas
Worked hard to raise his family and have some security
He was looking forward to retirement, a little condo somewhere in the sun
Now they say we just can’t afford him ‘cause all of the money is

He’s the last American worker
And they’ve got him dead in their sights
They’re taking away every thing that he worked for Somebody turn out the lights

He invested his savings on Wall Street, now they’re worth 2 cents on the dime The boys who lost all his money got a bailout and a bonus at the same time
His house is worth less than his mortgage, he can’t make the payments anymore And the bank is talking foreclosure since they shipped his job off to Bangalore.

He used to go and see a doctor before his waistline got thick
Now his insurance takes half his income, still won’t cover him when he gets sick They passed a national health program for all the people to share
Now they say we just can’t afford it and gave a tax cut to all the millionaires

The Governor had a vision of the future: all the children in public school
Were staring at the same onscreen teacher broadcasting from Bombay or Fanjul They all memorize the same test answers, they grow up a nation of fools
And re-elect the same politicians who send their own kids to private school

He still votes in every election for God-fearing candidates each and every one They tell him they’ll end abortion and they’re never gonna take away his gun They go to Washington or Tallahassee, play the corporate ‘n millionaires game
They send his kids off to war ‘til there’s no money anymore
Then they tell him he’s the one to blame