Get a job
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
Get a job
And 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 when I go back to the house
I hear the woman's mouth
Preaching and a crying,
Tell me that I'm lying 'bout a job
That I never could find.
Get a job
And 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 when I go back to the house
I hear the woman's mouth
Preaching and a crying,
Tell me that I'm lying 'bout a job
That I never could find
Get a job
compositores: Earl Beal, Raymond Edwards, William Horton, Richard Lewis
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