Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Joel Edward Dobbins
Songwriter
Lyrics
After working all of his life
Barely two months and landed in strife
Can you believe it he had two strokes
And now he's dead, now what a joke
Don't tell Big Brother, he thinks I'm the same
But I can't waste my life away
Unlike the others, I have a plan
One day my job will be getting a tan
You'll see one day I'll break free
And move to the country
Even for a retiree
One day I hope it's me
One day I'll swim the seas
Roll down hills and climb up trees
Years before my seventies
One day I hope it's me
He raised a family, always with a grin
His wife had been stealing everything
She's a lawyer, divorce settled fast
She's got the house, the cash must last
The child support takes all of his money
How can he start again at fifty-three?
Can't see the point of a relationship
Can't see myself boarding that ship
You'll see one day I'll break free
And move to the country
Even for a retiree
One day I hope it's me
One day I'll swim the seas
Roll down hills and climb up trees
Years before my seventies
One day I hope it's me
You'll see one day I'll break free
And move to the country
Even for a retiree
One day I hope it's me
One day I'll swim the seas
Roll down hills and climb up trees
Years before my seventies
One day I hope it's me
The family swarmed after he had died
Never visited while he was alive
Fell off a ladder, no one there to see
Never stopped to say hi, for biscuits and tea
For seven years a family lived in their garage
The husband owned the house from which they were barred
Tragedy struck, worth more dead than alive
The family hardly mourned and began to thrive
I'm leaving for the country
Years before my seventies
One day I hope it's me
One day I hope it's me
Writer(s): Joel Dobbins
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