Every morning about this time
She get me out of my bed a-crying
Get a job
After breakfast, everyday
She throws the want ads right my way
And never fails to say
Get a job
Well, when I get the paper
I read it through and through
And my girl never fails to say
If there is any work for me
And then I go back to the house
I hear the woman's mouth
Preaching and a crying
Tell me that I'm lying about a job
(That I never could find)
Well, when I get the paper
I read it through and through
And my girl never fails to say
If there is any work for me
And then I go back to the house
I hear the woman's mouth
Preaching and a crying
Tell me that I'm lying about a job
(That I never could find)