Workin' Man

I works all day
Wid a pick an' a shovel.
Comes home at night, —
It ain't nothin' but a hovel.

I calls for ma woman
When I opens de door.
She's out in de street, —
Ain't nothin' but a 'hore.

I does her good
An' I treats her fine,
But she don't gimme lovin'
Cause she ain't de right kind.

I'm a hard workin' man
An' I sho pays double
Cause I tries to be good
An' gits nothin' but trouble.
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