I'm putting away my working clothes for the weekend I ain't gonna do that job no more I'm tired of being used and mistreated So tired of being feeling on like a cloud
This time I think I'm going to lose my mind Can't take it take it take it no more I've only the one life live But the time, oh it seems so short So short, yeah
I'm working in the church yard every morning Yeah, bonediggin' will be the death of me In the red hot sun and the rain and hailstones I'm just digging to be free
This time I think I'm going to lose my mind Can't take it take it take it no more I've only the one life live But the time, oh it seems so short So short, yeah
You say I'm not worth my meager wages You put me down and treat me like a dog Some day soon this poor boy will get even Yeah, some day soon Mr. Bossman you have to pay
This time I think I'm going to lose my mind Can't take it take it take it no more I've only the one life live But the time, oh it seems so short So short, yeah
I'm putting away my working clothes for the weekend
Compositores: Adam Nigel Birch (BMI), Harrington Charles Bembridge (Aitch Hyatt) (BMI), Jack Wilton Marshall (BMI), Jonathan Paul Read (J Read) (BMI), Lynval Fitzgerald Golding, Mark L Adams (Adam Eve) (BMI), Neville Egunton Staples (Neville Staple) (PRS), Robert L Mosher (BMI), Roderick James Byers (Radiation Roddy) (PRS), Stephen Graham Panter (Panter Horace) (PRS)Editor: Superb Songs LimitedECAD verificado obra #21610782 em 09/Abr/2024