Work My Blues Away

Lord, I've been working, working hard every day
Now the factory's shuttin’ down, all the jobs are goin’ away
I looked my baby in the eyes…I didn't know what to say

I just hung my head down low, tried to force the tears away
But it's just no use – feels like the blues are here to stay
so I got on my knees - I began to pray
(what can I do but pray at a time like this?)

I cried, "Lord, Lord, Lord – what can I do or say?
You know the bills will still keep coming, I won't have dollar one to pay;
I ain't looking for a hand-out – I want to work my blues away -
can you help me out?"

JAM

I want to work, work, work - work my blues away
I want to work, work, work - work my blues away
I ain't looking for a hand-out - I'll do my part to earn my pay.

I want to work, work, work - work my blues away
I ain't looking for a hand-out…
I want to work my blues… away.

© 3/15/2010 by Bob Young