Amos Milburn Follow

For steeled toed rubber boots
I've got my own uniform to wear
They've given me a plastic hat
Earplugs and funny neck for my head
I'm well prepared

Time comes when you have to chose,
Occupation you can use
Well they say it should be something you like
Hard times just don't allow
Poor boy to be choosy how he provides
How you get by

Watch out now, here they come
My God, what have I done?
The temporary blues are gonna bring me down
One day we're gonna make a change
We gonna turn this mess around

Underneath flourescent lights
Night is day and day is night
We're waiting on our break to come
For some coffee with a honey bun
And small talk about the things we wished we'd done
When we were young
Time's up boy

Watch out now, here they come
My God, what have I done?
The temporary blues are gonna bring me down
One day we're gonna make a change
We gonna turn this mess around

Down the line, down the line
We're sendin' it
Down the line, down the line
We're puttin' in over time, over time
We're gonna stay late

Watch out now, here they come
My God, what have I done?
The temporary blues are gonna bring me down
One day we're gonna make a change
We gonna turn this mess around

For steeled toed rubber boots
I've got my own uniform to wear