Workin' Girl Blues

I got the early Monday morning workin’ blues

I put on my ragged, worn-out workin’ shoes

Well, the weekend was too short and I can’t lose

‘Cause when the Lord made the workin’ girl, He made the blues

Well, I’m tired of workin’ my life away

And givin’ somebody else all of my pay

While they get rich on the profits that I lose

And leavin’ me here with those workin’ girl blues

I-dee-o-lady, workin’ girl blues

And I can’t even afford a new pair of shoes

While they can live in any old penthouse they choose

And all that I’ve got is the workin’ girl blues

Well, the boss says a raise is due most any day

But I wonder will my hair be all turned gray

Before he turns that dollar loose and I get my due

And lose a little bit of these workin’ girl blues