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Joe Hill

"Nearer My Job to Thee" (karaoke)

"Nearer My Job to Thee" (sheet music)

Nearer my job to thee,
Nearer with glee;
Three plunks for the office fee,
But my fare is free;
My train is running fast;
I've got a job at last;
Nearer my job to thee,
Nearer to thee.


Arrived where my job should be:
Nothing in sight I see,
Nothing but sand, by gee!
Job went up a tree.
No place to eat or sleep;
Snakes in the sage brush creep.
Nero a saint would be,
Shark, compared to thee.


Nearer to town each day:
Hiked all the way;
Nearer that agency
Where I paid my fee;
And when the Shark I see,
You'll bet your boots that he
Nearer his god shall be:
Leave that to me!

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