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He had family, friends and money
And loved the Lord with all his heart
So the devil went to God
And said old Job would fall apart
If you should take

Nigga, you need to git up, git out and git something
Don't let the days of your life pass by
You need to git up, git out and git something
Don't

"For us to live any other way
Was nuts uh, to us
Those goody-good people who worked shitty
Jobs for bum paychecks and
Took the subway to work every

Saturn's song
Yeah
You know its all a cycle right
Everything cyclical
360
Saturn's song
You said last time
Was gon be your last time
All I do is

Workin' Man Blues

Charlie Louvin

Hickory Wind: Live at the Gram Parsons Guitar Pull Waycross GA

2010

It's a big job just gettin' by with nine kids and a wife
But I've been a working man dang near all of my life
I'll keep on workin' long as my two

die, I'm going to hell
I will not be above you
Every time I walk in a in room
I gotta scan 360
My whole life, been in the lobby
Trying to get to the top

no easy job
No, no, it ain't no easy job
Aim the beam and target locked
Boy you better run or you'll get knocked
By a couple Mac-10's we keep em

So please, show your mom this song
I wrote it just to get a blow job
And when she asks who the fuck is this by
Just say that it's by that one guy

It's breathin' time
In Christmas Valley
herons fly by night
and crash into the pines
and when we're gone
from Christmas Valley
no one will remember

I told Two Buck to meet me downtown
One more job then you can settle down
With a wife and a kid by the ocean, it sounds like the life
But I know that

It's a damn good job, he isn't here or I may have wind up harming your darling
To see you again, to be your friend, to hold you in my mind

Leaving it

Something that doesn't feel at home
And it's my job to get it out
You shouldn't be alone
I'm always here, just pick up the phone
Don't go through this by

At a loss, aimless, six feet
Deep, suffocatin', can't face it
Can't change it, ain't make it
Master plans by the maker, I see no savior
Warpin' reflection

to get by day to day
Working another dead end job
And always stay up way too late
Thought I'd be the only thing
You held onto at night
But I was wrong

job, the high rise
But I'll give up ambition
For these brick buildings and cobblestone streets
For this old New England town by the sea
For a long simple

I was not there the day you died
I did not sit by your side
I was waiting for a flight
That night
Wishing that I was there
Not here

When I got there

360 and go spin the block
Pussy making noises when we fuck like it can beatbox
Watch me sell the sauce by the jar, not talking treetop
If you say that

Unfriendly ghost
Do you speak, hello
Unfriendly ghost
What’s the matter, can you show
Unfriendly ghost
What was your job and did you do it well

Offending by pretending
Corporate jails or schools
Which one will suit you?
No choice means no voice
A job in sales, work for fools
Who will dictate your

By an old microphone sits a merry girl
Telling old fashioned tales
And the smile on her face turns a sheepish grin
With her hand like a veil

In

meet someone out of the blue
Make it my job to make her wishes come true
And what do you know? I reach where I left things off
This vicious circle is all

tears or frustration
While every condemnation
Drives a wedge in deep between nations
Skylines and shorelines
Seem to teeter on the edge
While the jobs

in all of his games
Slave of the slave from cradle to grave, chained to a cave and forced to behave
Shackled by law to men's beck and call,

We Don't Need It

Keb' Mo'

The Reflection

2011

I was afraid to get out of the car
So I just sat there, I just sat there
How was I gonna tell them
That I'd lost my job
I gotta go in there
I'm