They laid a few men off at the factory.
Some how that pink slip avoided me.
Later I walked to my truck and closed the door.
I hung my head and thanked the Lord.
I cannot remember how this ship wrecked.
Why I am working now from check to check.
I cannot look my family in the eyes.
They think that that every thing is still fine.
I don't ever want a *** of gold.
Just be able to work for the bills I owe.
Have a food enough for my family to eat.
A roof over their head to sleep.
I'll work from sunlight to dark.
Been a working man since I could walk.
Tommorrow I'll go back to that factory.
I quess I'll see if Lady Luck will be riding with me.
Jun 22, 2010
Jun 22, 2010 at 4:03 PM UTC
They laid a few men off at the factory.
Some how that pink slip avoided me.
Later I walked to my truck and closed the door.
I hung my head and thanked the Lord.
I cannot remember how this ship wrecked.
Why I am working now from check to check.
I cannot look my family in the eyes.
They think that that every thing is still fine.
I don't ever want a *** of gold.
Just be able to work for the bills I owe.
Have a food enough for my family to eat.
A roof over their head to sleep.
I'll work from sunlight to dark.
Been a working man since I could walk.
Tommorrow I'll go back to that factory.
I quess I'll see if Lady Luck will be riding with me.
Paul Roberts. The Journey
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