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GO TO WORK ON MONDAY (Si Kahn) I did my part in World War Two Got wounded for the nation Now my lungs are all shot down There ain't no compensation I'm gonna go to work on Monday one more time... The doctor says I smoke too much He says that I'm not trying He says he don't know what I've got But we both know he's lying The last time I went near my job I thought my lungs were broken Chest bound down like iron bands I couldn't breathe for choking The politicians in this state They're nothing short of rotten They buy us off with fancy words And sell us out to cotton The doctor says both lungs are gone There ain't no way to shake it But I can't live without the job Somehow I've got to take it They tell me I can't work at all There ain't no need of trying But living like some used up thing Is just this short of dying Sitting on my front porch swing I'm like someone forgotten Head all filled with angry thoughts And lungs filled up with cotton Copyright Joe Hill Music @medicine @work @aging filename[ GOTOWORK MC |
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