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
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