Lyrics

Work is the Curse of the Drinkin? Man
(music annd lyrics by Peter Tammetta)


Work is the curse of the drinkin?man
I got one crd short of a winnin? hand
A cowboy high-ball stuck in the other
When lunchtime come I?m gonna get me another
Rise and shine it?s noon again
Cuz work is the curse of the drinkin?man

Eight in the morning the phone rings too soon
Good news sleeps till noon
The most assured and the least expected
My cover?s blown my loans rejected
But I?ll get by I do what I can
But work is the curse of the drinkin?man

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Wet my whistle and bare my soul
I?ve begged and borrowed lied and stole
But nine to five?s no part of the plan
Cuz work is the curse of the drinkin?man

A full grown man wearin?a paper hat
Flippin? patties at the burger shack
My teenage boss says I go too slow, man
Punch the clock I gotta let you go
I?m gonna drive down south, catch up on my tan
Cuz work is the curse of the drinkin?man

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My little sister shown me how to dance
Jimmy Swaggart gave me another chance
Everybody knows there?s no free lunch
And so my mama taught me how to take a punch
The only thing I learned from my old man is
work is the curse of the drinkin?man

Chorus