To My Blue Collar Roots


Back When Dogs Could Talk
Wayne Kramer

Back in the day when dogs could talk
In the soft white belly of the beast
Dairy queen madmen chased the girls
And muscle cars ruled the streets.
Back in the day when dogs could talk
Dared to dream of something more
Not a place on the line to punch in time
Owe your soul to the company store.


Back when dogs could talk
Back when dogs could talk


In a chevy coupe we cruised and schemed
To rule the world thru rock and roll
And laughed till our sides ached at what we saw
And hoped we'd live before we got old.
Back in the day when dogs could talk
Dropped plenty acid, listened to coltrane
Pissed off our parents, angered the police
With guns and guitars both loud and profane.


J.Edgar Hoover's got his panties in a bunch
As the white panthers rise to the occasion
In black leather jackets and M-1 carbines
Reefer smoking and slogans blazing.
Not that I want to turn back the clock
Back to the day when dogs could talk
Were doing righteous work, we cannot be stopped
Back in the day when dogs could talk.


This goes out to all the people
that make their money
By the sweat of their brow
This goes out to all my blue collar workers,
All my loading dock workers,
All my carpenters, my plumbers,
My assembly line workers, my united auto workers,
Postal workers, city sanitation men,
Cab drivers, bartenders, waitresses,
All my state and federal employees,
My food service workers, gardeners,
Day laborers, tool and die workers,
Auto mechanics, child care workers,
Musicians and road crews,
Your’e the salt of the earth,
And I love you.
You are somebody.


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