I'm Telling You

I'm a-telling you, oh (I'm a-telling you)
I'm a-telling you, mmm (I'm a-telling you)

I get up, I go to work
I try real hard to do my job
But before the day is gone
I find out I've done something wrong

I'm a-telling you, oh (I'm a-telling you)
I'm a-telling you, oh (I'm a-telling you)
Days get longer and my
Nights get shorter and my
Way gets darker and my
Work gets harder now

When I get home, the wife is mad
The little girl, she's feeling bad
Little Junior, he's got the blues
Says he needs a pair of baseball shoes
Ha ha

I'm a-telling you, oh (I'm a-telling you)
I'm a-telling you, yeah (I'm a-telling you)
Days get longer and my
Nights get shorter and my
Way gets darker and my
Work gets harder now

In everything that I do
I'm trying to make one dream come true
And maybe someday, Lord, I'll find
Satisfaction and peace of mind
Whoa

I'm a-telling you, yeah (I'm a-telling you)
I'm a-telling you, oh (I'm a-telling you)
Days get longer and my
Nights get shorter and my
Way gets darker and my
Work gets harder now

Mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm