Hard Labor



Chorus (as verse)
Hard labor-- will be the death of me (2x)
You got to work so hard to earn a dollar, but it sure will sap your energy

You know my back gets tired, and my shoulders get sore
I feel like a ticket that's expired, but I got to work just a little bit more
Chorus

Monday I move pianos, Tuesday I got a load of steel, Wednesdays and Thursdays, sleep sofas and chairs, by Friday you know just how I feel
Chorus

I come home in the evening, and I feel so tired, I tell my wife, "roll me over baby, on that other side,"
Chorus
Repeat Chorus as verse al coda