I'm a tellin' you whoa, I'm a tellin' you
I'm a tellin' you whoa, I'm a tellin' you

Well I got up, hmm
I go to work
I try real hard to do my job
But before the day is gone
I find out I done something wrong, yeah

I'm a tellin' you whoa, I'm a tellin'
I'm a tellin' you whoa, I'm a tellin' you
Days are gettin' longer, rounda my
Nights are getting shorter, rounda my
Way gets darker, rounda my
Work gets harder now

When I get home the wife is mad
Lil' girl she's feelin' bad
Lil' junior he's got the blues
He needs a pair of baseball shoes

And I'm a tellin' you whoa, I'm a tellin'
I'm a tellin' you whoa, I'm a tellin' you
Days are gettin' longer, rounda my
Nights are getting shorter, rounda my
Way gets darker, rounda my
Work gets harder now
In everything that I try to do
I'm tryin' to make this one dream come true
And maybe Lord some day I'll find
Satisfaction and peace of mind, yeah-eh

And I'm a tellin' you whoa, I'm a tellin'
I'm a tellin' you whoa, I'm a tellin' you
Days are gettin' longer, rounda my
Nights are getting shorter, rounda my
Way gets darker, rounda my
Work gets harder now

Mmm mmm whoo
Mmm mmm mm whoo
Mmm mmm mm whoo whoo whoo whoo