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Si Kahn

"Go to Work on Monday" (karaoke)

"Go to Work on Monday" (sheet music)


I did my part in World War II,

Got wounded for the nation.

Now my lungs are all shot down.

There ain't no compensation.

Sitting on my front porch swing,

I'm like someone forgotten,

Head all filled with angry thoughts

And lungs filled up with cotton.

 

I'm gonna go to work on Monday one more time.

I'm gonna go to work on Monday one more time, one more time.

I'm gonna go to work on Monday one more time.

 

The doctor says I smoke too much.

He says that I'm not trying.

He says he don't know what I've got.

But we both know he's lying.

The doctor says both lungs are gone.

There ain't no way to shake it.

But I can't live without a job.

Somehow, I've got to take it.

 

I'm gonna go to work on Monday one more time.

I'm gonna go to work on Monday one more time, one more time.

I'm gonna go to work on Monday one more time.

 

The last time I went near my job,

I thought my lungs were broken.

Chest bound down like iron bands,

I couldn't breathe for choking.

They tell me I can't work at all.

There ain't no need to trying.

But living like some used up thing

Is just this short of dying.

 

I'm gonna go to work on Monday one more time.

I'm gonna go to work on Monday one more time, one more time.

I'm gonna go to work on Monday one more time.

 

The politicians in this state,

They're nothing short of rotten.

They buy us off with fancy words

And sell us out to cotton.

Sitting on my front porch swing,

I'm like someone forgotten,

Head all filled with angry thoughts

And lungs filled up with cotton.

 

I'm gonna go to work on Monday one more time.

I'm gonna go to work on Monday one more time, one more time.

I'm gonna go to work on Monday one more time.


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