Lyrics:
Something you got, baby
Makes me work all day
Something you got, baby
Makes me bring home my pay
Something you got, baby
You ought to know
My
(C'mon now")
Got 'em up, yeah my Taliano, not many brothers is rollin' in Diablos
Hittin' the hard rock, to finish my work spot
I'm lookin' for
Win your love, win your love
I go to church every Sunday (And there ain't nothing wrong with that)
I stand work on time, every Monday (I do
for a day
Crow black chicken and fly away
Crow black chicken and-a
I like chicken pie
Well, the hardest work that ever I done
Is plowin'
money, try to stay ahead
Make that money till ya drop dead
Make that money, now you're on your own
Now that bank won't give you a loan
Work your fingers
Told you twice
When you're gone
Don't expect to come back
Things don't work out
Like I planned
'Cause you've got
Yourself another man
Danger
searching for a way out
When it's time, will we know?
Or will life grant us no second try
[Chorus]
[AM]
Now it's too late to work it out
[ON]
Now
misses their Wednesday night dinner out
As soon as he got home from work
And Saturday morning sleeping late
Holding each other close
But she misses him
the lines
Work out your own salvation
That narrow path is hard to define
Heaven's more than a place
It's a state of mind
In his quest for truth
Daddy
in tune
I like the way it sounds
In a dark and empty room
I got an ol' pair of boots
And they fit just right
I can work all day
And I can
just?
Isn't it just like a woman?
Your eyes.
It's a day's work to look in to them.
Your eyes.
It's a day's work just to look in to them.
high,
Drop your guns, baby, and reach for the sky.
I've got you surrounded and you ain't got a chance.
Gonna send you back to Texas make you work
no time to shirk.
You're busy keeping far away from work.
The weather' s getting fine.
The coffee tastes like wine.
You happy hobo, sing,
Dance til sunrise
Reggae til the cows come home
Fight the bigot
Champion you're not alone
I can sort of work things out
Juggling the fear and doubt
Barney works down at the A & P
He drives a baby blue A.M.C.
Ain't missed of day of work in 13 years
He's a fire department volunteer
He's got
searching for a way out
When it's time, will we know?
Or will life grant us no second try
[Chorus]
[AM]
Now it's too late to work it out
[ON]
Now
then baby by and by
We can work it out
Please let down your guard
Life can be so hard
And we could always help each other
You've got no reason
They were the dispossessed reclaiming what was theirs
We come in peace they said to dig and sow
We come to work the lands in common and to make
Ding dong Ding dong
When the little blue clerk
In the middle of his work
Starts a tune to the moon up above
It is nature that is all
Simply
[Chorus]
He's a no good so and so, but she'll never let him go
Though she knows it will never work, she loves the jerk.
She loves the jerk.
He was
stillborn
And dead in our transgressions
We're shackled up
To the sin we hold so dear
So what part can I play
In the work of redemption
I can't
Before it crashed
Working real hard to make internet cash
Work your fingers to the bone sitting on your ass
I know now what I knew then
But I
stop your playing, get on with your work
And be like Johnnie-Too-good, don't you know he never shirks
He's coming along
After school is over, you're
Up in the mornin' out on the job, work like the devil for my pay
But that lucky old sun has nothin' to do
But roll around heaven all day
Fuss
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