paroles de chanson One Of These Days - Fletcher Henderson and His Orchestra

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