Robot Killed The Working Man Lyrics – Zach Bryan

[Verse 1]
This place don’t smell like wisten is and whiskey no more
Feet don’t creep and creak the hard oak or hardwood floor no more
And Grandma’s

[?garden] ain’t what it used to be
There’s rats on tomatoes and holes in the leaves

[Verse 2]
The sound of the old Granddad bought this car
Before driving us to drive-ins and breaking our hearts
Them quarters quit coming, that engine quit running
That truck just ain’t the same with them bells in the cab

Even though he was well-trained, well-read and worked hard

[Chorus]
Thе robot killed the working man
Took the nail and hammеr right out of his hands
Sealed up the coffee, sold off the land
Replaced the good book with machines in their hands
Sooner or later, more soon than not
Them homegrown tomatoes all rotten and rot
With no rhyme or reason and no helping hand
The day the robot killed the working man

[Verse 2]
This place don’t look like what it looked like when I was a kid
Can’t you see what a giant step for humanity did
All them calluses and palaces built in the sky for
Mean nothing to the machine on the day the working man dies for

[Chorus]
The robot killed the working man
Took the nail and hammer right out of his hands
Sealed up the coffee, sold off the land
Replaced the good book with machines in their hands
Sooner or later, more soon than not
Them homegrown tomatoes all rotten and rot

With no rhyme or reason and no helping hand
The day the robot killed the working man

[Verse 3]
And brick by brick them brine boys built this town
And brick by brick them ba*tards are tearing it down
There’s no one to be angry at every time a working man falls
Just more ads for gambling and more ads for more of it all

[Chorus]
The robot killed the working man
Took the nail and hammer right out of his hands
Sealed up the coffee, sold off the land
Replaced the good book with machines in their hands
Sooner or later, more soon than not
Them homegrown tomatoes all rotten and rot
With no rhyme or reason and no helping hand
The day the robot killed the working man

[Outro]
Grandma’s garden ain’t what it used to be
There’s rats on tomatoes and holes in the leaves