Let me tell you 'bout it, let me tell you 'bout it:
when I work so hard e-very day,
they take my job, ain't going my way.
So I have to stop and take my time
when I'm gonna have a hard day, to change my
mind.

So let me get this singing on:
I'll tell ya 'bout my job, back in Flor'da.
Well, when I'm gone back home
I live with my mother, so I'm not alone.
I gotta get a better deal;
tell you what, girl, I'll work for the sugar mill.

New York rain 'bouta New York day,
we ain't gonna stay too long 'cause the pay.
We pay the man..oh, oh, a-too much,
when we get back to Flor'da, we owe everything.

Well, I work so hard up here and now.
I get back to Flor'da, I do the same thing.
I know they (gonna) change my name,
but when I get to work, it ain't the end of my game.

Ronnie Walker