A E
The sun is coming up I gotta drag my butt out of bed
A E
My phone is ringing boss is screaming "Where the hell you at?"
B
I grab a cup of coffee, tell him it won't be too long
A E
But he don't know I'm waiting on something better to come along
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A
There's gotta be something better than 9 to 5
A
Every day barely gettin' by
E
Working, slaving, always aching, way too young for my back to be breaking
A B E
Waiting on that rainbow, tell me where's that pot of gold
Everyone is laughing from a distance when they see me clocking in
Well they'll all be here in 20 years cussing about the same old things
They stay there like a slave and wake up at the break of dawn
They don't know I'm waiting for something better to come along
Chorus
Solo
Chorus
Well I take her out on Friday because my baby likes to paint the town
The way she treats her man makes me think about settling down
I told her that I love her, she said let's just hold on
Man I think she's waiting on something better to come along
Yeah Here she comes Ah let's go
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