Words and music by bob seger



I take my card and i stand in line

To make a buck i work overtime

Dear sir letters keep coming in the mail

I work my back till it's racked with pain

The boss can't even recall my name

I show up late and i'm docked

It never fails

I feel like just another

Spoke in a great big wheel

Like a tiny blade of grass

In a great big field

To workers i'm just another drone

To ma bell i'm just another phone

I'm just another statistic on a sheet

To teachers i'm just another child

To irs i'm just another file

I'm just another consensus on the street

Gonna cruise out of this city

Head down to the sea

Gonna shout out at the ocean

Hey it's me

And i feel like a number

Feel like a number

Feel like a stranger

A stranger in this land

I feel like a number

I'm not a number

I'm not a number

Dammit i'm a man

I said i'm a man