Go to Work on Monday

Go to Work on Monday

na- tion. Now mylungs ae all shot down, There ain' no com- pen -

time, Tm = gon- na

" go to work on Mon - day one more time

I did my part in World War Two,

Got wounded for the nation.

Now my lungs are all shot down,

There ain' no compensation.

The doctor says I smoke too much,

He says that I'm not trying.

He says he don' know what I've got,

But we both know he's lying.

The tast time I went near my job

I thought my lungs were broken,

Chest bound down like iron bands,

I couldn' breath for choking,

The politicians in this state

They're nothing short of rotten,

They buy us off with fancy words

And sell us out to cotton.

The doctor says both lungs are gone,

There ain' no way to shake it.

But I can't live without a job,

Somchow I've got to take it.

They tell me I can' work at all,

There ain' no need to trying,

But living like some used up thing,

Is just this short of dying.

Sitting on my front porch swing

I'm like someone forgotten,

Head all filled with angry thoughts,

And lungs filled up with cotton.