Every mornin' about this time
She gets me outta my bed
Cryin' about a job
And after breakfast every day
She throws the
want ads at my way
I'll never ever say get a job
Oh Lord when I get the paper
I read it through and through
And my girl has
the nerve to see
If there is any work for me
I better go back to the house
I give the woman a smile
Preachin' and cryin'
Tell me that I'm lyin'
about a job
That I never could find
Oh Lord when I get the paper
I read it through and through
And my girl has
the nerve to see
If there is any work for me
I better go back to the house
I give the woman a smile
Preachin' and cryin'
Tell me that I'm lyin'
about a job
That I never could find