( Michael Hurley )
You wash them clothes
Swee dee dee
And hang em on the line
I can see by the way
You wash them clothes
Your cookin’ must be fine
I’m with you in the morning
‘Til the break of day
And I know everybody
Has a little hard luck
Sometimes
And I know lately
I’ve been havin’ mine
We used to live
In a fleabag apartment
You know the kind
And he come home and he’d say to me
‘We gotta leave, leave, leave the city’
You wash them clothes
Swee dee dee
And hang ‘em on the line
I can see by the way you wash them clothes
Your cookin’ must be fine
I’m with you in the morning
Unil the break of day
I know everybody
Has a little hard luck
Sometimes
I know lately
I’ve been havin’ mine.
