Miss Emily's Picture - John Conlee

Stumble from my good warm bed E monday morning oh my head D got to go and e do it all a again e A wake up baby rise and shine E its coffee, eggs, and bacon time D walk your working e man out to the a car e Verse 2: A the boss is in his usual mood E not one thing does he approves D sometimes you cant keep him a satisfied Up and down the assemble line E worried faces much like mine D showing the wear and tare in their a eyes Chorus: Their d making it hard on the a working man E trying to make a livin any{a}way he can D making ends meat on the a installment plan E his money goes right a threw his hands D heaven help us if you a think you can Their d making it ha{e}rd on the working man {d}{d}{e}{a} Verse 3: A big policeman in his prime E sits behind his billboard sign D aims his radar gun right straight a at me A letter from the irs E said," boy your taxes are a mess" D is this the way the good life is suppose to a be Chorus Verse 4: A stumble from my good warm bed E monday morning oh my head D got to go and do it all a again To much room in my frigidaire E the kids all need new shoes to wear D payments late on my old truck a again Chorus Repeat chorus and fade