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I got the early Monday morning workin' blues I put on my ragged, worn-out workin' shoes Well, the weekend was too short and I can't lose 'Cause when the Lord made the workin' girl, He made the blues Well, I'm tired of workin' my life away And givin' somebody else all of my pay While they get rich on the profits that I lose And leavin' me here with those workin' girl blues I-dee-o-lady, workin' girl blues And I can't even afford a new pair of shoes While they can live in any old penthouse they choose And all that I've got is the workin' girl blues Well, the boss says a raise is due most any day But I wonder will my hair be all turned gray Before he turns that dollar loose and I get my due And lose a little bit of these workin' girl blues Aus Songtexte Mania