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Well, my bosses up above me
are always pushing, trying to shove me
into doing twice the work for only half the pay

When 5 o’clock finally comes
and I think this long day is done
they tell me I have to work five more hours today

Because Joe Blow did not show
and I’m the only one who knows
how to push the green button to start this darn machine

While the sweat pours down my back
my bosses munch on their fifth snack
saying how we need to work together as a team

‘Stead of standing here wishing
should be on the creek bank fishing
and tonight I should be out painting this town red

I’m so tired I can hardly drive
and I feel more dead than alive
by eight o’clock I’ll be sleeping alone in my bed
 
When it comes time for a raise
you know you can be replaced they say
by a blind one-armed squirrel or a half dead baboon

So when I hit the lottery
they won’t see any sign of me
we’ll see if those pencil necks still sing that same tune
 
But it’s my job and I won’t shirk it
so I’ll get up and go to work it
and hope to retire when I am 90 if only I can

But that don’t stop me from wishing
that I was on the creek bank fishing
with an ice cold bottle of beer in each hand

‘Stead of standing here wishing
I should be on the creek bank fishing
and tonight I should be out painting this town red

I’m so tired I can hardly drive
I feel more dead than alive
by eight o’clock I’ll be sleeping alone in my bed

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