C Am Yeah I used to work with a guy named frankie acosta C Am We were butter stripers down at the challange creamary C Am Striping the cardboard off of 70 pound cubes of butter C G Yeah it was hot back then summer of 1963 Am F And frankie, man he'd get so angry C G He'd say "see at what the women make me do" Am F Then he'd break of a splinter from a dirty wooden pallet C G And stick it like a knife in one of those big old butter cubes Am That's what work is F That's what love is Am G A little pleasure and a little misery F G Am Now everytime it gets hard out here C G I think of LA back in 1963 Am Hey hey Then I got a job working for the city of englewood Running the chipper chiping limbs off of trees I worked with a guy named crazy dave mackland And one day he almost ran a tractor over me We were out chopping weeds near south central When the riots broke out and the skys turned a firey red and brown And I called up my girlfriend on a pay phone And said baby I love ya but I think Gods gonna finally burn Gamora down That's what work is That's what love is You build a house of straw and the flames lick the sky Now everytime I fall in love out here I think of LA back in 1969 I finally got a job driving a rose truck Santa barbara midnight to LA fifth and main All jacked up on coffee cheap speed and donuts Walking around the LA flower market in the rain Every morning I'd eat breakfast down at the pantry on figaroa The waiters were always old time ex-cons Then we'd load the truck back up with empty rose boxes And drive on up the coast through the california dawn That's what work is That's what love is Two eggs over easy on a t-bone steak Everytime I see the sunrise on the ocean I think of LA back in 1968 Chorus 1