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(jeff stevens/tim nichols) |
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She worked in a laundry pressin' shirts and pants |
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Eight hours a day at that iron she'd stand |
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'bout every thirty minutes somebody said |
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Man, it's hot in here |
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She tied up her hair but she wouldn't cut it off |
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'cause robbie lee likes it better when it's lone |
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And at night they'd meet at the cold spot |
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And drink some beer |
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And every mornin' when she'd clock in she'd say |
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One of these days, i'm getting out of here |
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Yeah one of these days, 'cause i'm too good for this place |
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Now i don't mean that like it sounds |
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But i'm not gonna be held down |
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Things are gonna change |
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One of these days |
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One friday she said, that's it, i'm quittin' |
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We all thought that she was just kidding' |
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When we came back from lunch she didn't |
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And that was it |
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Somebody said they'd seen her downtown |
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Bags all packed steppin' on a greyhound |
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Robbie lee watchin' his world come down around him |
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I can't count the times i heard her say |
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One of these days, i'm getting out of here |
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Yeah one of these days, 'cause i'm too good for this place |
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Now i don't mean that like it sounds |
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But i'm not gonna be held down |
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Things are gonna change |
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One of these days |
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That girl wasn't nobody's fool |
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Bet she's workin' somewhere cool |
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And i'm startin' to think |
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One of these days, i'm getting out of here |
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Yeah one of these days, 'cause i'm too good for this place |
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Now i don't mean that like it sounds |
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But i'm not gonna be held down |
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Things are gonna change |
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One of these days |
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Yeah one of these days |
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Yeah, one of these days |
