The Working Day

We’re sitting on the porch at sunset
watching a farmer fly his model plane
above the fields of oil and cotton
he’s chasing the Santa Fe container train
honey I guess I’ll wash up
and get to those bills I’ve been meaning to pay
but you say let it be the end
of the working day

You say it’s Friday night and there’s a live band at the dance hall
why don’t we get dressed up and go to that
or ride into town and rent some movies then watch the high school football game
or help John and Michelle clean up their Laundromat
you say the price of cotton’s falling
no matter how hard we work and pray
so let it be the end of
the working day

I’m just afraid that we might lose it
and I don’t want to live in town and run a Laundromat
and I’m getting the chemicals out of the soil
so maybe our yield with bring us back
honey every time the sun sets
it tears a little piece of me away
so lit it be the end of
the working day

Why don’t we go out
when harvest is through
we’ll dance and shoot pool
the way we used to
the working day
the working day

We’re sitting on the porch at sunset
figuring out where we should go
the golden sun and the cotton gin dust clouds
run across plains as white as snow
the working day
the working day
the working day

© 1992 Liberty Beach Music
From the 1992 album, “The Sweetheart’s Collection”

http://www.DavidHarris.com libertybeach@mail.com All songs written by David Harris. Copyright 2006 Liberty Beach Music, BMI. Used by permission.

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