Been workin’ this job since a quarter to four Just told the boss I aint workin here no more I’m going home.....to see my baby I’m going home.....to see my girl
The sun comes up; the sun goes down I’m still workin’ in this company town I’m going home.....to see my baby I’m going home.....to see my girl
Ashes to ashes...cheek to cheek Haven’t seen my baby in twenty-two weeks I’m going home.....to see my baby I’m going home.....to see my girl
Workin’ to Live; Livin’ to Work Makes a man lonely and a downright jerk I’m going home.....to see my baby I’m going home.....to see my girl
Cream in your coffee; sugar in your tea This workin man’s life is a killin’ me I’m going home.....to see my baby I’m going home.....to see my girl
You’ve heard my story; you’ve heard my tale It don’t do me no good to just weep and wail I’m going home.....to see my baby I’m going home.....to see my girl
