I'm a telling you
I'm a telling you
I'm a telling you

I'm a telling you

I got up, I go to work

I try real hard to do my job
But before the day is done
I find out I done something wrong


(CHORUS)
I'm a telling you

I'm a telling you
I'm a telling you
I'm a telling you

Days are getting longer and
My nights are getting shorter
And my way gets darker

And my work gets harder

Now when I get home

The wife is mad
The little girl
She's feeling bad


Little junior
He's got the blues

Says he needs a
Pair of baseball shoes


(CHORUS)

Now in everything that I do

I'm trying to make
One dream come true


And maybe someday
Lord, I'll find
Satisfaction and

Peace of mind

(CHORUS)