Out Of Work

Eight a.m., I'm up and out

Feet beatin' on the sidewalk

Down at the unemployment

Agency all I get's talk

I check the want ads but there

Just ain't nobody hirin'

What's a man supposed to do

When he's down and

Out of work

I need a job

I'm out of work

I'm unemployed

I'm out of work

I need a job

I'm out of work

I go to pick my girl up

Her name is Linda Brown

Her dad invites me in

He tells me to sit down

The small talk that we're makin'

Is goin' pretty smooth

But then he drops a bomb

"Son, what do you do?"

I'm out of work

I need a job

I'm out of work

I'm unemployed

I'm out of work

I need a job

I'm out of work

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Hey Mr. President

I know you got good plans

You're doin' all you can now

To help the little man

We got to do our best to

Whip that inflation down

Maybe you got a job for me

Just drivin' you around

These tough times, they're enough to

Make a man lose his mind

Up there you got a job but

Down here below

I'm out of work

I need a job

I'm out of work

I'm unemployed

I'm out of work

I need a job

I'm out of work

I'm out of work

I'm out of work

I'm out of work

I'm out of work

I'm out of work

I'm out of work

I'm out of work

I'm out of work