Wednesday, July 1, 2009

Curing My Working Blues | SONG

Curing My Working Blues
Written By: Christopher Williams

I been working like a dog, that's for sure
I got aches and pains without a cure
The boss sure loves to crack his whip
I should'a been the son of someone rich
But my daddy's a working man, just like me
So after work, I'll tell ya where I'll be

Yeah, Friday night I hit the door
I'm gonna be out on the floor
Because I'm a real dancing fool
When they can get me off that stool
The girls don't mind my two left feet
As long as I'm buying the drinks

Monday morning I'll be at it again
Slaving like this should be a sin
Breaking my back just to get ahead
I guess I'll rest when I'm dead
I may never make a million bucks
But after work, I'm kicking up dust

Yeah, Friday night I hit the door
I'm gonna be out on the floor
Because I'm a real dancing fool
When they can get me off that stool
The girls don't mind my two left feet
As long as I'm buying the drinks

Well, that boss man, he's a son of a bitch
And I wish I could have just one wish
I'd tell him what he could kiss!
But I have better things on my list

Yeah, Friday night I hit the door
I'm gonna be out on the floor
Because I'm a real dancing fool
When they can get me off that stool
The girls don't mind my two left feet
As long as I'm buying them drinks

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