Bobby has a wife and baby son
Works at least ten hours a day
Raised on apple pie, God and guns
Calls it his American way
Worked his way up out at the Auto plant
Joined the union, made a good wage
Then the market fell and the stock went bad
They laid Bobby off one day
And all they heard him say was
How the hell we gonna pay for Christmas?
Work was scarce around that town
But God knows Bobby tried
They took his car and they took his house
Man, he was barely scrapin’ by
He started talkin’ ‘bout drastic things
How they pushed him to his breakin’ point