I'm a-telling you, Oh I'm a-telling you
I'm a-telling you, Oh 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
(I'm a-telling you, Oh I'm a-telling you
I'm a-telling you, Oh I'm a-telling you
Days are getting longer
And my nights are getting shorter
And my way gets softer
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
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...whoa
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...whoa
Now.....hooom hooom fade out