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Workin’ For a Livin’

Goin’ off to work and it’s another dreary day
I’ve been out too late and drinkin’ and my head is in a haze
Rain is on the windshield and it’s kinda’ hard to see
If I don’t watch where I’m goin’ I will end up in the trees-Hey

Friday night it seems about a half-an-hour ago
Can it be the weekend’s over and I gotta work some more
So hard to get stared regimented I must be
And it’s just when I was kinda’ getting’ used to being free

Workin’ for a livin’-Time is what I’m givin’
No more wine and women-sometimes it feels like I’m in prison

Out the door and up the stairs and waiting with some jive
is the foreman who is stormin’ ‘cause the clock say “nine-o’five”
Start right in to bitchin’ and he won’t leave me alone
It’s two minutes and already I’m just wantin’ to go home
 
Workin’ for a livin’-Time is what I’m givin’
No more wine and women-sometimes it feels like I’m in prison

Workin’s bad enough-I just wish I could get ahead
Long enough to take it easy-hope I do before I’m dead-

Get right into slavin’ and I’m tryin’to do my best
but the mean old boss man think he gonna put me to the test
Pile the work so high around me I can hardly see
just like in a penitentiary and I’m needing a reprieve

Don’t really want to be here Lord I wish I could resign
I can think about a million better ways to spend my time
Try so hard and get so tired I need to go to sleep
If I stay here too much longer out the window I will leap

Workin’ for a livin’-Time is what I’m givin’
No more wine and women-sometimes it feels like I’m in prison

Workin’for a livin’-no more wine and women
Time is what I’m givin’-sometimes it feels like I’m in prison