Lyrics

Rain comin' down and the roof won't hold 'em Well, I lost my job and I feel a little older Car won't run and our love's grown colder Maybe things'll get a little better in the mornin' Maybe things'll get a little better The clothes need washin' and the fire won't start Kids all cryin' and you're breakin' my heart Whole damn place is fallin' apart But maybe things'll get a little better (in the mornin') Maybe things'll get a little better Work your fingers to the bone, what do you get? Boney fingers, boney fingers I've been broke as long as I remember Well, I get a little money, I gotta run and spend 'em When I try to save it, pretty woman come and take it Say, maybe things'll get a little better (in the mornin') Maybe things'll get a little better Work your fingers to the bone, what do you get? Boney fingers, boney fingers The grass won't grow and the sun's too hot The whole damn world is goin' apart Might as well like it 'cause you're all that I got Maybe things'll get a little better (in the mornin') Maybe things'll get a little better Work your fingers to the bone, what do you get? Boney fingers, boney fingers Said, the rain comin' down and the roof won't hold 'em Well, I lost my job and I feel a little older Car won't run and our love's grown colder Maybe things'll get a little better (in the mornin') Maybe things'll get a little better Work your fingers to the bone, what do you get? Boney fingers, boney fingers Work your fingers to the bone, what do you get? Boney fingers, boney fingers
Writer(s): Hoyt Wayne Axton, Renee Eugenie Armand Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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