I'm a Telling You

I'm a telling you I'm a telling you I'm a telling you I'm a telling you I got up Go to work I try real hard to do my job But before the day is gone I found out I've done Something wrong I'm a telling you I'm a telling you I'm a telling you I'm a telling you Days a gets longer And my Nights a gets shorter And my way a gets darker And my Words get harder Now when i get along The wife is mad The little girl She's feeling bad Little junior he's got the blues Says he needs a pair of Baseball-shoes I'm a telling you I'm a telling you I'm a telling you I'm a telling you Days a get longer And my nights a get shorter And my way gets darker And my work gets harder Now everything That i do I'm trying to make one Dream come true And maybe someday lord I'll find Satisfaction and piece of mind I'm a telling you I'm a telling you I'm a telling you I'm a telling you And my nights a get shorter And my way gets darker And my work gets harder Now ooohoooohh.