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Steve Forbert

Labor Day '08

 

Labor Day '08

(album: The Place And The Time - 2009)


I moved into the city well because, because, because
It sure was loud and gritty and it sure was what it was
I moved out to the suburb and I keep on paying bills
I've been here twenty years and I guess I'll be here till

I'm knocking back a Bud Light on a Labor Day, hey, hey
Thinking 'bout the jobs that are gone to stay, hey, hey

I ride along the ever-sprawling thoroughfares of town
But no familiar face I see while riding round and round
And who are all these people living here like kings and queens
And what are all these private gated subdivision things

And I'm knocking back a Bud Light on a Labor Day, hey, hey
Thinking 'bout the jobs that are gone to stay, hey, hey

My sister had a baby, but it's not as cute as her
Why might that had happen, tell me how could that occur
My daughter says I am crazy 'cause I can't make up my mind
I can of course it takes me just-a longer length of time

I'm knocking back a Bud Light on a Labor Day, hey, hey
Thinking 'bout the jobs that are gone to stay, hey, hey

Knocking back a Bud Light on a Labor Day, hey, hey
Thinking 'bout the jobs that are gone to stay, hey, hey

Walk down by the river where a mole has blindly been
Feel the ground beneath your feet go slowly sinking in
A flock of geese cries over like a rusty sounding hinge
Well summer's all but gone, it is the end of quite a binge

I'm knocking back a Bud Light on a Labor Day, hey, hey
Thinking 'bout the jobs that are gone to stay, hey, hey

Knocking back a Bud Light on a Labor Day, hey, hey
I'm thinking 'bout the jobs that are gone to stay, hey, hey

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