been sleeping in clover But the darkness has pass'd, and it's daylight at last And the night has been long, ditto, ditto my song And thank goodness
Out on the sea in a great big boat And I'm the one who beats the drum in time To stroke the oars that drive our Galleons on And while we rowed we had our song
John Stevens I don't like to work but I got to. When my friends ask for advice, I tell them not to. I'm gonna move way down South where it's too hot
Deliver the paper deliver the porn Deliver the baker deliver the morn A quiverin' jibberin' shiverin' mass Of sunshine and good times that I have to
Cinderella, Cinderella All I hear is Cinderella, from the moment I get up till shades of night are falling There isn't any letup, I hear them calling
You're born into life--learn to discover They take you for life--no time to recover Work, baby work Roll with the mob--dance to the rhythm Give all you
You work all night And it's really frightening 'Cause you're so ambitious It's just a habit That you have to grab it You're avaricious I know you'll
it's another early morning, sun came up without a warning i never do nothing til i'm showered and clean got my pager, got my cuffs, a matching tie should
Test the water feel the ground Send the tax collectors round Fill the coffers pound by pound A surer way to keep in line The rabble who spend half their
I spend a lifetime trying to decipher Charley Patton songs I don't know why I bother, even if I think it's right It always comes out wrong But I'm old
Breaking rocks out here on the chain gang Breaking rocks and serving my time Breaking rocks out here on the chain gang Because they done convicted me
There is a rock And 100 yards away There is a stone There is a house And on the other side There is a stream Where we cool our feet When we get home
Haven't worked since Heaven's know when Singing the Song of Cape Breton Singing the Song of Cape Breton Singing the Song
Well it's Monday seven o'clock in the morning Drink my coffee hurry up got to got to got to get to work on time Hear the whistle whoop whoop whoop whoop
You can play the lottery I can use my hands for praying I'm not sure what I believe But we've got a lot of paying to do Working in this tired row Only
keep going on He said there's no harder words to say over a friend Than they done you so righteously wrong They stopped you from singing your song He
(John Stevens) I don't like to work but I got to. When my friends ask for advice, I tell them not to. I'm gonna move way down South where it's too hot
there are gaps between the light and the dark road we are on no gaps between what's right and the need that we have somewhere under six a.m there is the
