I`m Telling You

I'm a telling you

I'm a telling you

I'm a telling you

I'm a telling you



I got up, I go to work

I try real hard to do my job

But before the day is done

I find out I done something wrong



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I'm a telling you

I'm a telling you

I'm a telling you

I'm a telling you

Days are getting longer and

My nights are getting shorter

And my way gets darker

And my work gets harder



Now when I get home

The wife is mad

The little girl

She's feeling bad



Little junior

He's got the blues

Says he needs a

Pair of baseball shoes



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Now in everything that I do

I'm trying to make

One dream come true



And maybe someday

Lord, I'll find

Satisfaction and

Peace of mind



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