She saw it
written on my face
when I walked through the door
I hadn't earned a full day's wage,
at least six months or more
Get up for the morning sun
Walk the streets of cold New York
Pray the day a job will come
So I can pay the old landlord
Ain't no work for a working man
Lines are long and the jobs are thin
Right now
We sell the watch that my dad gave me,
plan to give it to our son someday,
oh well.
We sold all of our furniture,
we sold it all but the two
twin beds.
Those aren't going anywhere,
it's where the children
lay their heads.
Pray to God we'll make
it through somehow
Pray to God that our luck will change
We'll feel so much colder now
Will we ever be the same?
Please darling don't give up on me
I know you're hungry
and the kids are weak as hell
No time to sleep
cause I got mouths to feed
I'll work these fingers
till they start to bleed and swell
Ain't no work for a working man,
the lines are long
and the jobs are thin right now
Sell the watch that my dad gave me,
I plan to give it to our son someday
Oh, my love