I'm a Telling You

I'm a tellin' you whoa, I'm a tellin' you
I'm a tellin' you whoa, I'm a tellin' you
Well I got up, hmm
I go to work
I try real hard to do my job,
But before the day is gone
I find out I done something wrong, yeah
I'm a tellin' you whoa, I'm a tellin'
I'm a tellin' you whoa, I'm a tellin' you
Days are gettin' longer, rounda my
Nights are getting shorter, rounda my
Way gets darker, rounda my
Work gets harder now
When I get home the wife is mad
Lil' girl she's feelin' bad
Lil' junior he's got the blues
He needs a pair of baseball shoes
And I'm a tellin' you whoa, I'm a tellin'
I'm a tellin' you whoa, I'm a tellin' you
Days are gettin' longer, rounda my
Nights are getting shorter, rounda my
Way gets darker, rounda my
Work gets harder now
In everything that I try to do
I'm tryin' to make this one dream come true
And maybe Lord some day I'll find
Satisfaction and peace of mind, yeah-eh
And I'm a tellin' you whoa, I'm a tellin'
I'm a tellin' you whoa, I'm a tellin' you
Days are gettin' longer, rounda my
Nights are getting shorter, rounda my
Way gets darker, rounda my
Work gets harder now
Mmm mmm woooh
Mmm mmm mm woooh
Mmm mmm mm woooh whoo whoo whoo