Get a job
Well, every morning about this time, she gets me out of my bed cryin'
Get a job
And at breakfast every day, she throws the want ads my way
And never fails to say, get a job
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
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 I hear that woman's mouth
Preaching and cryin', tellin' me I'm lyin' about a job
That I never could find
Get a job
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Get a job
Well, every morning about this time, she gets me out of my bed cryin'
Get a job
And at breakfast every day, she throws the want ads my way
And never fails to say, get a job
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
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 I hear that woman's mouth
Preaching and cryin', tellin' me I'm lyin' about a job
That I never could find
Get a job
Well, every morning about this time, she gets me out of my bed cryin'
Get a job
And at breakfast every day, she throws the want ads my way
And never fails to say, get a job
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
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 I hear that woman's mouth
Preaching and cryin', tellin' me I'm lyin' about a job
That I never could find
Get a job
Writer: KIRK MILLER
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group