I Am Dead and I Am Leaving

Eight hours of toiling in the sun With pick and axe digging for rum Captive to the sentence yet Prisoner to none Hard labour, and this sure ain’t fun Sweating in the heat, shoveling the dun Digging and digging this work never done Callused hands and a back carrying tons The sun is setting, yet escape seems far After all the digging is the gravel and tar I am dead, dead dead! Dead tired and wish I was in bed So fair warning I am leaving here soon Leaving this torture, to sing another tune Leaving, I am to fetch me some brew Some Tim Horton’s coffee and maybe some stew brb ummmm a coffee shop, lets see what trouble I can get into there!!!!! :)