I'm a telling you I'm a telling you I'm a telling you 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 I'm a telling you I'm a telling you I'm a telling you Days are getting longer and My nights are getting shorter And my way gets darker 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
I'm a telling you I'm a telling you I'm a telling you I'm a telling you Days are getting longer and My nights are getting shorter And my way gets darker And my work gets harder
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
I'm a telling you I'm a telling you I'm a telling you I'm a telling you Days are getting longer and My nights are getting shorter And my way gets darker And my work gets harderTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.