Get A Job

Get a job

Every morning about this time

She get me out of my bed

A-cryin', "Get a job"

After breakfast every day

She throw 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 then I go back to the house

Hear that woman's mouth

Preachin' and a-cryin'

Tell me that I'm lyin'

About 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 then I go back to the house

I hear the woman's mouth

Preachin' and a-cryin'

Tell me that I'm lyin'

About a job that I never could find

Get a job