J.O.B. Kevin Fowler
J.O.B
By Kevin Fowler
At [D]eight Monday morninâ?[E]? Iâ??m in my bed[A] asleep
Well now no [D]bell ringinâ?? thing tellin[E]â?? me itâ??s time to hi[A]t the street
Oh No, donâ??t yo[D]u knock on my door â??ca[E]use I ainâ?? a-cominâ??
Tell the [A]bossman I quit or I [D]died or something
Iâ??[D]m doinâ?? all those things I always said I wanted[E] to do
Chorus:
I donâ??t want n[D]o J.O.B[E]. bringinâ?? me
[A]Down like a damn dog to my knees
All [D]work and no play [E]ainâ??t no way for me t[A]o live
Well now my [D]days too short, I ainâ??[E]t got no time
[A]I got one life, itâ??s a-goinâ??-a be mine
Livinâ?[D]? wild and free, donâ[E]??t want no [A]J.O.B.
Well now the landlordâ??s a-knockin, oh, Iâ??m in one helluva mess
Yea and I just got a letter from the folks at the IRS
Well now the bills are piled high and the grass needs a-mowin
Think Iâ??ll jump in my truck and just keep on going
Find me a place where the drinks are free
And the pretty girls all love me
Chorus
Seems [D]all I ever do is work these [A]fingers to the bone
If [D]this is all that life can offer, Iâ??[E]d rather be dead an[A]d gone
Chorus
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