Текст песни I'm A-Telling You - Jerry Butler

I'm a telling you
I'm a telling you
I'm a telling you
I'm a telling you
I got up
Go to work
I try real hard to do my job
But before the day is gone
I found out I've done
Something wrong
I'm a telling you
I'm a telling you
I'm a telling you
I'm a telling you
Days a gets longer
And my
Nights a gets shorter
And my way a gets darker
And my
Words get harder
Now when i get along
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
I'm a telling you
I'm a telling you
I'm a telling you
I'm a telling you
Days a get longer
And my nights a get shorter
And my way gets darker
And my work gets harder
Now everything
That i do
I'm trying to make one
Dream come true
And maybe someday lord I'll find
Satisfaction and piece of mind
I'm a telling you
I'm a telling you
I'm a telling you
I'm a telling you
And my nights a get shorter
And my way gets darker
And my work gets harder
Now ooohoooohh.