Doing My Job (John McCutcheon) It was one for the ages, One you just had to see So we sat on the sofa, My two kids and I And we watched on TV, It was in the fifth inning The game it had to be stopped The whole ballpark went nuts When the number was dropped My kids they clapped and they hollered Me, I choked up with tears Thinking back on the grace, He brought to that place For over thirteen years And as he stood in the spotlight He looked so awkward and shy When they asked him to say a few words on that day This was his reply. cho: "I'm only doing my job, Like folks everywhere Where I come from, It's just how things are done Doing my share, I did not love every part Still I don't think it odd, Give your best And to hell with the rest, Doing my job" She gets up every morning, Gets the kids out the door Then it's carpool and shop, Vacuum and mop Until they're back home at four Then it's supper and homework Until they're all tucked away It's a kiss and goodnight, And you turn out the light For the four thousandth day. We deliver the mail, We grow all the crops We teach in the schools, We put out the fires And we clerk in the shops We enter the data, We build the bridges and roads We show up every day, We work for our pay We carry the loads. Copyright 1995 Appalsongs RR APR99
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