Miss That Job

Trouble goin' down the road The life I'm draggin' is a heavy load As one more sleepless night's bestowed I swear my soon will explode I just miss my job Please love don't be mad at me I'm a wreck as you can see I guess I'll blame the P.F.D. They sure didn't take care of me But, I still want that job I wish I were in my working pose Putting out fires with a first in hose Running around in such heavy clothes A million rescue runs who knows I still love that job I'd race back for a first-in-fire Helping out folks you couldn't much higher Just one more time before I expire Hear me please it's my desire Give me back my job I know that I've hit the ground Not much use in this old hell hound But think of all the knowledge found It's in my head from all around Give me some damn job I'll be good and not complain Even though I'm racked with pain I'll work through both snow and rain Use my back or use my brain Just give me any job