My work is hard.
It wears me down.
Sometimes I nearly
run aground.
Then when night comes
I pull my drape.
I think that I
might just escape.
The hardest part
is such long hours.
It wears away
my strength and power.
It makes me weary,
sometimes sad.
But through it all,
I can be glad.
This job it gives
pain in the neck
till pay day comes.
I get my check!
(1941)