I’m a telling you
I’m a telling you
I’m a telling you
I’m a telling you
I got up, I go to work
I try real hard to do my job
But before the day is done
I find out I done something wrong
(CHORUS)
I’m a telling you
I’m a telling you
I’m a telling you
I’m a telling you
Days are getting longer and
My nights are getting shorter
And my way gets darker
And my work gets harder
Now when I get home
The wife is mad
The little girl
She’s feeling bad
Little junior
He’s got the blues
Says he needs a Pair of baseball shoes
(CHORUS)
Now in everything that I do
I’m trying to make
One dream come true
And maybe someday
Lord, I’ll find
Satisfaction and
Peace of mind
(CHORUS)