Reggie Miles
@Reggie Miles
@Reggie Miles
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An award winning songwriter, recording and performance artist who has gained multinational media attention via recent compositions like, "Wall Street Bail Out Blues". Major industry recording collaborations have garnered fans and recognition worldwide. Featured in a half dozen film and video projects across the US, on the recordings of more than a dozen Pacific Northwest artists, in addition to 30 self produced recordings since 1995... Turning trash into musical treasure with homemade Frankenstein Nobro resophonic guitars, constructed from repurposed recycled junk. A virtuoso in the musical Folk Art of bowing melodies with a hand saw. "One of the best in the world".
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Acoustic Rural & Delta Bottleneck Blues - Primitive American Folk Roots - Early to Mid 1900s Novelty music and instrumentation
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blue collar blues
Category: Music
Duration: 00:03:52
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"blue collar blues" written, composed, arranged, and performed by Northwest Folk/Blues artist Reggie Miles. A self captured live recording, on the street, at Seattle's Pike Place Market, and playing a self-made resonator, built from the repurposed discards of a throw away society. (This video includes captioned lyrics)
blue collar blues
©2019 REGGIE MILES
all rights reserved
It's Friday night, I'm feeling' all right,
Another weekend is finally here.
I've worked five long days, for this two-day break.
I guess I'll have another glass of cheer.
Cuz I'm a blue-collar man. I've got a nine to five job.
Got a wife and two kids. A regular workaday slob.
I'm a blue-collar man, workin' in a white-collar world.
I rent a three-bedroom house, with bills that won't quit,
And a yard that I need to mow.
I drive a '74, 4-door, used oil guzzler with an AM radio.
And I ain't gettin' rich, so I can't get ahead.
It's a struggle just to keep my poor family fed.
I'm a blue-collar man, workin' in a white-collar world.
Those white-collar guys use a downsize,
To cover their backsides, their bottom-line.
Long as their stock values rise, they don’t pay no mind,
To the families they send to the welfare line.
If I had my way, there'd be some changes made,
To help the hard workin' family man.
I'd ship the jobs of those bureaucratic, bean countin' geeks,
To a third world distant land.
And what a sight it would be, to see them standin' behind,
Me and my friends in the food bank line.
I'm a blue-collar man, workin' in a white-collar world.
Those white-collar guys use a downsize,
To cover their backsides, their bottom-line.
But me and mine, we ain’t got no choice.
When you got no money, you got no voice.
If I had my way, there'd be some changes made,
To help the hard workin' family man.
I'd ship the jobs of those bureaucratic, bean countin' geeks,
To a third world distant land.
I’m a blue-collar man, don’t want your government dole,
Just give me back job, and keep your welfare roll.
I'm a blue-collar man, workin' in a white-collar world.
If those white-collar guys could walk a mile in my shoes,
You can bet they'd be singin' these ol' blue-collar blues.
I'm a blue-collar man,
Yes, I’m a blue-collar man,
I'm a blue-collar man, and I'm workin' in a white-collar world.
blue collar blues
©2019 REGGIE MILES
all rights reserved
It's Friday night, I'm feeling' all right,
Another weekend is finally here.
I've worked five long days, for this two-day break.
I guess I'll have another glass of cheer.
Cuz I'm a blue-collar man. I've got a nine to five job.
Got a wife and two kids. A regular workaday slob.
I'm a blue-collar man, workin' in a white-collar world.
I rent a three-bedroom house, with bills that won't quit,
And a yard that I need to mow.
I drive a '74, 4-door, used oil guzzler with an AM radio.
And I ain't gettin' rich, so I can't get ahead.
It's a struggle just to keep my poor family fed.
I'm a blue-collar man, workin' in a white-collar world.
Those white-collar guys use a downsize,
To cover their backsides, their bottom-line.
Long as their stock values rise, they don’t pay no mind,
To the families they send to the welfare line.
If I had my way, there'd be some changes made,
To help the hard workin' family man.
I'd ship the jobs of those bureaucratic, bean countin' geeks,
To a third world distant land.
And what a sight it would be, to see them standin' behind,
Me and my friends in the food bank line.
I'm a blue-collar man, workin' in a white-collar world.
Those white-collar guys use a downsize,
To cover their backsides, their bottom-line.
But me and mine, we ain’t got no choice.
When you got no money, you got no voice.
If I had my way, there'd be some changes made,
To help the hard workin' family man.
I'd ship the jobs of those bureaucratic, bean countin' geeks,
To a third world distant land.
I’m a blue-collar man, don’t want your government dole,
Just give me back job, and keep your welfare roll.
I'm a blue-collar man, workin' in a white-collar world.
If those white-collar guys could walk a mile in my shoes,
You can bet they'd be singin' these ol' blue-collar blues.
I'm a blue-collar man,
Yes, I’m a blue-collar man,
I'm a blue-collar man, and I'm workin' in a white-collar world.