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, I go to work

I try real hard to do my job

But before the day is done

I find out I done something wrong

I'm a telling you

I'm a telling you

I'm a telling you

I'm a telling you

Days are getting longer and

My nights are getting shorter

And my way gets darker

And my work gets harder

Now when I get home

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 are getting longer and

My nights are getting shorter

And my way gets darker

And my work gets harder

Now in everything that I do

I'm trying to make

One dream come true

And maybe someday

Lord, I'll find

Satisfaction and

Peace of mind

I'm a telling you

I'm a telling you

I'm a telling you

I'm a telling you

Days are getting longer and

My nights are getting shorter

And my way gets darker

And my work gets harder