Backbone Man Poem by Ruben Tover

Backbone, Backbone man
Heart of the country, heart of the land.
Labor's hard, it's got to be done.
Feed your hearts, make your own fun.

Money makes money, your're one without none.
No control, unless you're all one.
Weary hours make the day long.
Stuck in the middle, we sing the same song.

The futre's set, yet, not within reach.
A happy mind is what you must teach.
Rich man need's you, poor man won't wait.
They soon forget, you have your own fate.

Backbone Man, you make the man.
Heart of the country, heart of the land.