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I'm there at 8, not 8:01
And I stay late to get it done,
And tolerate the boss's son.
Good jobs don't grow on trees.
There's even rumors going round
They're gonna shut this factory down.
It's going to kill this little town
If they send it overseas.
You can hope for the best and plan for the worse,
If lightning doesn't strike you first.
Who knows what's gonna happen in the end.
I just work like it's all up to me,
And pray like it's all up to him
I've got that Friday paycheck in my hand,
Minus a bite from Uncle Sam.
But no complaints, I understand
It's the nature of the game.
I pay the water bill, electricity,
the mortgage and that policy
That takes care of my family
should the good Lord call my name.
And I just hope for the best and plan for the worse
If lightning doesn't strike me first.
Who knows what's going to happen in the end.
I just work like it's all up to me,
And pray like it's all up to him.
And at the end of the day
when I've done all I can,
I drop to me knees
and leave it all in his hands.
And I just hope for the best and plan for the worse,
If lightning doesn't strike me first.
Who knows what's going to happen in the end.
I just work like it's all up to me,
And pray like it's all up to him.
Like it's all up to him.
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