Mostly a big "Shout-Out" ( that's what the kids say, right?) to my friends at the factory.
Enjoy
The High Paying Employment Blues
Too much to think about
I’ve got too much to think about
Somewhere between hope and doubt
Like walking on a wire
Too much to worry about
I’ve got too much to worry about
Sometimes I just want to shout
“When can I retire”?
You don’t understand
I’ve been working so hard for the man
Until I get a plan
I’m just keeping up with the Jones’ again
You see this paycheck
It’s nearly gross how much I net
Makes it hard to leave
Too much time too think
I’ve got too much time to think
It leads me to the brink
Of nearly walking out
I’ve got things to do
Got so many things to do
I’ll just work it through
That’s what it’s about
You don’t understand
I’ve been building cars, I can’t feel my hands
Nothing ever seems
To go as smoothly as I planned
At least I’m not alone
There’s others here who haven’t flown
They make it hard to leave
RW

3 comments:
So sad and very country, very country. I think daddy will be proud
Wow, I thought my life was sad, but I never in my darkest hours "on-line" thought it was "Country music sad".
There was a time I would have considered jamie's comment an insult, but country seems to have made some inroads into my life. If you consider Fred Eaglesmith country. Oh and Hank Williams Sr. too.
Too much Kitty Wells & Hank Snow whilst at my mother's bosom.
What's bred in the bone will come out in flesh.
Lars
Country sad is a healthy sad.
It cleanses the soul the proper way. With liquor and violence.
rw
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