The Growlers - Heehaw Stomp lyrics

Soft hands with your head hanging low You got no plans and nowhere to go You're always lying round and you're always waiting With your no good reasons for your complaining I got no time or sympathy for the kind Who put their needs ahead and put their morals behind No time and too much weight on my spine to give you Sense and a dime to hear you shuffle and whine The man of today don't have a back for the weight Nobody to wait for food on the plate Soft hands why don't you do it yourself Instead of waiting for your uncle to help Pick up your limp chin and tighten up your belt Instead of waiting for your shadow to help The man of today has withered away....