© 2011 J Oscar Bittinger

I go to work
Ev’rey day
When I get home
I’m too tired to play
Spirit worn out
Body sore
I don’t want to go to work
No more

Got a hard job
I struggle each day
Boss man tells me
“At least you get paid
Folks get laid off
Feelin’ poor”
But I don’t want to go to work
No more

BRIDGE Someday
Maybe get lucky
The “Golden Ticket” man
Will find me
Until that day
“Que sera” they say
I can drink this bottle of happy

I got a sweetheart
Down at the dinner
After work
I walk down and find her
I’ll rub her feet
Tired and sore
She’ll say “Don’t want to go to work
No more.”

BRIDGE  Someday
Maybe get lucky
The “Golden Ticket” man
Will find me
Until that day
“Que sera” they say
I can drink this bottle of happy

I go to work
Ev’rey day
When I get home
I’m too tired to play
Spirit worn out
Body sore
I don’t want to go to work
No more

2011: Feb (FAWM) | 2016: Jan 10