A7
I don't like hangin' out with a high dollar crowd
I ain't no socialite I'm a little too loud
I don't do garden parties sippin' hot tea
Down in some honky tonk, brother
That's the place for me
D7A7A hard days livin' is all that I understand
E7
Well, I owe my soul to MasterCard
D7
I'm a blue collar man
A7
I bust my bottom every day eight to five
I come home draggin' feelin' barely alive
The kids are screamin', house is turned upside down
Need a bulldozer just to find my way around
D7A7
Don't like caviar, we like our soup from a can
E7
Yeah, I keep my life simple
D7
I'm a blue collar man
A7
Don't need computers handlin' my bank account
Balance my checkbook there's a zero amount
Four-carat diamond's not on my lady's hand
We live a life rich folks could never understand
D7A7
I make my livin' with these two hard workin' hands
E7
Won't ever be no millionaire
D7
I'm a blue collar man
EndingE7
Won't ever be no millionaire
D7
I'm a blue collar man
A7
blue collar, blue collar man
This arrangement for the song is the author's own work and represents their interpretation of the song. You may only use this for private study, scholarship, or research.