| Workin’ Girl Blues |
| Cherryholmes |
| Hey, he he hey |
| I got the early Monday morning workin’ blues |
| I put on my ragged, worn-out workin’ shoes |
| Well, the weekend was too short and I can’t lose |
| ‘Cause when the Lord made the workin’ girl, He made the blues |
| Well, I’m tired of workin’ my life away |
| And givin’ somebody else all of my pay |
| While they get rich on the profits that I lose |
| And leavin’ me here with those workin’ girl blues |
| I-dee-o-lady, workin’ girl blues |
| And I can’t even afford a new pair of shoes |
| While they can live in any old penthouse they choose |
| And all that I’ve got is the workin’ girl blues |
| Solo(Fiddle) |
| Well, the boss says a raise is due most any day |
| But I wonder will my hair be all turned gray |
| Before he turns that dollar loose and I get my due |
| And lose a little bit of these workin’ girl blues |
| Well, I’m tired of workin’ my life away |
| And givin’ somebody else all of my pay |
| While they get rich on the profits that I lose |
| And leavin’ me here with those workin’ girl blues |
| I-dee-o-lady, workin’ girl blues |
| And I can’t even afford a new pair of shoes |
| While they can live in any old penthouse they choose |
| And all that I’ve got is the workin’ girl blues |