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Work Song (Letra)

Curso de Violão - Fórmula Violão

Boys, workin on empty
Is that the kinda way to face the burning heat?
I just think about my baby
I’m so full of love I could barely eat
There’s nothing sweeter than my baby
I never want once from the cherry tree
Cause my baby’s sweet as can be
She give me toothaches just from kissin me

When, my, time comes around
Lay me gently in the cold dark earth
No grave can hold my body down
I’ll crawl home to her

That’s when my baby found me
I was three days on a drunken sin
I woke with her walls around me
Nothin in her room but an empty crib
And I was burnin up a fever
I didn’t care much how long I lived
But I swear I thought I dreamed her
She never asked me once about the wrong I did

When, my, time comes around
Lay me gently in the cold dark earth
No grave can hold my body down
I’ll crawl home to her

When, my, time comes around
Lay me gently in the cold dark earth
No grave can hold my body down
I’ll crawl home to her

My baby never fret none
About what my hands and my body done
If the Lord don’t forgive me
I’d still have my baby and my babe would have me
When I was kissing on my baby
And she put her love down soft and sweet
In the lowland plot I was free
Heaven and hell were words to me

When, my, time comes around
Lay me gently in the cold dark earth
No grave can hold my body down
I’ll crawl home to her

When, my, time comes around
Lay me gently in the cold dark earth
No grave can hold my body down
I’ll crawl home to her

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Work Song (Letra)

Curso de Violão - Fórmula Violão

Oscar brown jr, nat adderley

Breaking rocks out here on the chain gang
Breaking rocks and serving my time
Breaking rocks out here on the chain gang
Because they done convicted me of crime
Hold it steady right there while i hit it
Well reckon that ought to get it
Been
Working and working
But i still got so terribly far to go

I commited crime lord i needed
Crime of being hungry and poor
I left the grocery store man bleeding (breathing?)
When they caught me robbing his store
Hold it steady right there while i hit it
Well reckon that ought to get it
Been
Working and working
But i still got so terribly far to go

I heard the judge say five years
On chain-gang you gonna go
I heard the judge say five years labor
I heard my old man scream "lordy, no!"
Hold it right there while i hit it
Well reckon that ought to get it
Been
Working and working
But i still got so terribly far to go

Gonna see my sweet honey bee
Gonna break this chain off to run
Gonna lay down somewhere shady
Lord i sure am hot in the sun
Hold it right there while i hit it
Well reckon that ought to get it
Been
Workin’ and workin’
Been
Workin’ and slavin’
An’
Workin’ and workin’
But i still got so terribly far to go

Work Song (Letra)

Curso de Violão - Fórmula Violão

Oscar brown jr, nat adderley

Breaking rocks out here on the chain gang
Breaking rocks and serving my time
Breaking rocks out here on the chain gang
Because they done convicted me of crime
Hold it steady right there while i hit it
Well reckon that ought to get it
Been
Working and working
But i still got so terribly far to go

I commited crime lord i needed
Crime of being hungry and poor
I left the grocery store man bleeding (breathing?)
When they caught me robbing his store
Hold it steady right there while i hit it
Well reckon that ought to get it
Been
Working and working
But i still got so terribly far to go

I heard the judge say five years
On chain-gang you gonna go
I heard the judge say five years labor
I heard my old man scream "lordy, no!"
Hold it right there while i hit it
Well reckon that ought to get it
Been
Working and working
But i still got so terribly far to go

Gonna see my sweet honey bee
Gonna break this chain off to run
Gonna lay down somewhere shady
Lord i sure am hot in the sun
Hold it right there while i hit it
Well reckon that ought to get it
Been
Workin’ and workin’
Been
Workin’ and slavin’
An’
Workin’ and workin’
But i still got so terribly far to go

Work Song (Letra)

Curso de Violão - Fórmula Violão

Oscar brown jr, nat adderley

Breaking rocks out here on the chain gang
Breaking rocks and serving my time
Breaking rocks out here on the chain gang
Because they done convicted me of crime
Hold it steady right there while i hit it
Well reckon that ought to get it
Been
Working and working
But i still got so terribly far to go

I commited crime lord i needed
Crime of being hungry and poor
I left the grocery store man bleeding (breathing?)
When they caught me robbing his store
Hold it steady right there while i hit it
Well reckon that ought to get it
Been
Working and working
But i still got so terribly far to go

I heard the judge say five years
On chain-gang you gonna go
I heard the judge say five years labor
I heard my old man scream "lordy, no!"
Hold it right there while i hit it
Well reckon that ought to get it
Been
Working and working
But i still got so terribly far to go

Gonna see my sweet honey bee
Gonna break this chain off to run
Gonna lay down somewhere shady
Lord i sure am hot in the sun
Hold it right there while i hit it
Well reckon that ought to get it
Been
Workin’ and workin’
Been
Workin’ and slavin’
An’
Workin’ and workin’
But i still got so terribly far to go

Work Song (Letra)

Curso de Violão - Fórmula Violão

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Work Song (Letra)

Nellie McKay

Nellie McKay

Curso de Violão - Fórmula Violão

Deliver the paper deliver the porn
deliver the baker deliver the morn
A quiverin’ jibberin’ shiverin’ mass
of sunshine and good times that I have to pass
on the way to my job on the way to my work
on the way to that slobberin’ hoverin’ jerk
who’s my boss today
who’s my boss to stay
who’s my supervisor when I’m in my grave
a slave on the run still under the gun
of Attila the Hun with a cinnamon bun
I don’t know son, was there somethin’ I missed
I don’t think Fritz Lang was a fantasist
Metropolis exists is this
if you listen close you can hear the piss

(chorus)
Every day’s another loss
need the pay so please the boss
through the sludge they mingle by the mile
every worker looks ahead
ah the kiddies must be fed
so they trudge along in single file

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and you turn and you toil
and you burn and you boil
in the tourniquet coil
of the white folks’ soil
spoilin’ with a malaise worse than disses or dope
wakin’ up in a haze
with your wishes and hopes
and your poor little dreams
all wrapped up in burlap
that you carry around
for a sniff or a snack
or a taste in your haste
to get right back on track
outta whack with the pack
but acquiring the knack
of ignoring the rustle
that quietly seethes
the hustle, the buy-it
the air that you breathe

(chorus)

joo ming boohaaooo