I'm A Telling You

(专辑： Ridin' High - 1966)

I'm a telling you whoa, I'm a telling you
I'm a telling you whoa, I'm a telling you

Well, I got up, hmm
I go to work
I try real hard to do my job
But before the day is gone
I find out I done something wrong, yeah

I'm a telling you whoa, I'm a telling
I'm a telling you whoa, I'm a telling you
Days are getting longer, rounda my
Nights are getting shorter, rounda my
Way gets darker, rounda my
Work gets harder now

When I get home the wife is mad
Lil' girl, she's feeling bad
Lil' junior, he's got the blues
He needs a pair of baseball shoes

And I'm a telling you whoa, I'm a telling
I'm a telling you whoa, I'm a telling you
Days are getting longer, rounda my
Nights are getting shorter, rounda my
Way gets darker, rounda my
Work gets harder now

In everything that I try to do
I'm trying to make this one dream come true
And maybe Lord some day I'll find
Satisfaction and peace of mind, yeah-eh

And I'm a telling you whoa, I'm a telling
I'm a telling you whoa, I'm a telling you
Days are getting longer, rounda my
Nights are getting shorter, rounda my
Way gets darker, rounda my
Work gets harder now...