I'm A-Telling You

I'm a-telling you, Oh I'm a-telling you

I'm a-telling you, Oh 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.

(I'm a-telling you, Oh I'm a-telling you

I'm a-telling you, Oh I'm a-telling you

Days are getting longer

And my nights are getting shorter

And my way gets softer

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.

Repeat chorus

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...whoa

Now hooom hooom fade out