Get a Job

Neil Young

Get a job

Every morning about this time
She get me out of my bed
A-crying get a job

After breakfast, everyday,
She throws the want ads right my way
And never fails to say,
Get a job
Get a job

And when I get the paper
I read it through and through
And my girl never fails to say
If there is any work for me

And when I go back to the house
I hear the woman's mouth
Preaching and a crying,
Tell me that I'm lying 'bout a job
That I never could find.

Get a job

And when I get the paper
I read it through and through
And my girl never fails to say
If there is any work for me

And when I go back to the house
I hear the woman's mouth
Preaching and a crying,
Tell me that I'm lying 'bout a job
That I never could find

Get a job



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