2.Get A Job
Well, every morning about this time,
she gets me out of my bed cryin'
And at breakfast every day,
she throws the want ads 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 see
if there is any work for me
And then I go back to the house,
hear that woman's mouth
Preaching and cryin',
tellin' me I'm lyin' 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 see
if there is any work for me
And then I go back to the house
I hear that woman's mouth
Preaching and cryin',
tellin' me I'm lyin' about a job
That I never could find
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