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The Dirt Drifters
The Dirt Drifters
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Jeff Middleton
Jeff Middleton
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Matt Fleener
Matt Fleener
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Nick Diamond
Nick Diamond
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Ryan Fleener
Ryan Fleener
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Jeremy Little
Jeremy Little
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Steve Daly
Steve Daly
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Eric Darken
Eric Darken
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Jeff Middleton
Jeff Middleton
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Matt Fleener
Matt Fleener
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Nick Diamond
Nick Diamond
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Ryan Fleener
Ryan Fleener
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ПРОДЮСЕРЫ И ЗВУКОРЕЖИССЕРЫ
Justin Gagnon
Justin Gagnon
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Matt Rausch
Matt Rausch
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Jim DeMain
Jim DeMain
Мастеринг-инженер
Justin Niebank
Justin Niebank
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Drew Bollman
Drew Bollman
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The sun is comin' up I gotta drag my butt out of bed My phone is ringin', boss is screamin' "Where the hell you at?" I grab a cup of coffee Tell him it won't be too long But he don't know I'm waitin' On something better to come along There's gotta be something better than nine to five Every day barely gettin' by Workin', slavin', always achin' Way too young for my back to be breakin' Waitin' on that rainbow Tell me where's that pot of gold? Everyone is laughin' from a distance When they see me clockin' in Well, they'll all be here in twenty years Cussin' 'bout the same old things They stay late like a slave And wake up at the break of dawn They don't know I'm waitin' For something better to come along There's gotta be something better than nine to five Every day barely gettin' by Workin', slavin', always achin' Way too young for my back to be breakin' Waitin' on that rainbow Tell me where's that pot of gold? There's gotta be something better than nine to five Every day barely gettin' by Workin', slavin', always achin' Way too young for my back to be breakin' Waitin' on that rainbow Tell me where's that pot of gold? Well, I take her out on Friday 'Cause my baby likes to paint the town The way she treats her man Makes me think about settlin' down (Aw, son) I told her that I love her, she said let's just hold on Man, I think she's waitin' on Something better to come along Yeah, hear she comes Ah, let's go
Writer(s): Barry Mann, Gerry Goffin Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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