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Use A− / A+ to adjust text sizeOut Of Work
8 a.m. I'm up and my feet beating on the sidewalkDown at the unemployment agency, all I get is talkI check the want ads but there just ain't nobody hiringWhat's a man supposed to do when he's down and he'sOut of workI need a job, I'm out of workI'm unemployed, I'm out of workI need a job, I'm out of workI go to pick my girl upHer name is Linda BrownHer dad invites me inHe tells me to sit downThe small talk that we're makingIs going pretty smoothBut then he drops a bomb"Son, what d'ya do ?"I'm out of workI need a job, I'm out of workI'm unemployed, I'm out of workI need a job, I'm out of workHey Mr President I know you got your plansYou're doing all you can now to aid the little manWe got to do our best to whip that inflation downMaybe you got a job for me just driving you aroundI'm out of workThese hard times, they're enoughTo make a man lose his mindI'm out of workUp there you got a job but down here belowI'm out of workI need a job, I'm out of workI'm unemployed, I'm out of workI need a job, I'm out of workI'm out of workI'm out of workI'm out of workI'm out of workI'm out of workI'm out of workI'm out of work
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