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PERFORMING ARTISTS
The Specials
The Specials
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Rod Byers
Rod Byers
Composer
Lynval Golding
Lynval Golding
Composer
Neville Staples
Neville Staples
Composer
Horace Panter
Horace Panter
Composer
Mark Adams
Mark Adams
Composer
Harrington Bembridge
Harrington Bembridge
Composer
Adam Birch
Adam Birch
Composer
Jon Read
Jon Read
Composer
Jack Marshall
Jack Marshall
Composer
Bob Mosher
Bob Mosher
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Stoker
Stoker
Producer
Thom Wilson
Thom Wilson
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

I'm putting away my working clothes for the weekend I ain't gonna do that job no more I'm tired of being used and mistreated So tired of being feeling on like a cloud This time I think I'm going to lose my mind Can't take it, take it, take it no more I've only the one life live but the time Oh, it seems so short, so short, yeah I'm working in the church yard every morning Yeah, bonediggin' will be the death of me In the red hot sun and the rain and hailstones I'm just digging to be free This time I think I'm going to lose my mind Can't take it take it take it no more I've only the one life live but the time Oh, it seems so short, so short, yeah You say I'm not worth my meager wages You put me down and treat me like a dog Some day soon this poor boy will get even, yeah Some day soon Mr. Bossman you have to pay This time I think I'm going to lose my mind Can't take it take it take it no more I've only the one life live but the time Oh, it seems so short, so short, yeah I'm putting away my working clothes for the weekend
Writer(s): Neville Egunton Staples, Lynval Golding, Roderick James Byers, Harrington Charles Bembridge, Jack Wilton Marshall, Horace Panter, Robert L Mosher, Adam Nigel Birch, Mark L Adams, Jonathan Paul Read Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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