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Well, sometimes I am happy, sometimes sad,
Thinkin' of the good times I have had,
Thinkin' of the places I have been --
Sometimes down, sometimes up, sometimes in.
On my way -- to another workin' day.
On my way -- and I wish that I could stay.
On my way -- but I have no time to play,
And I hope that I will see you on my way.
And I got me a job in Buffalo,
And it's cold when those chilly lake winds blow,
And it's hot when that steel furnace glows;
It was dirty when that steel smoke rose.
On my way -- to another workin' day.
On my way -- and I wish that I could stay.
On my way -- but I have no time to play,
And I hope that I will see you on my way.
Then California called me for a while,
And the sun was shinin' every single mile.
It was gettin' so darned crowded I could cry,
Crossin' land and sea and fallin' from the sky.
On my way -- to another workin' day.
On my way -- and I wish that I could stay.
On my way -- but I have no time to play,
And I hope that I will see you on my way.
And I've been all along the Southern sh*re,
And the people there were lookin' mighty poor.
They were waitin' for the factories to arrive,
And some of them were fightin' to survive.
On my way -- to another workin' day.
On my way -- and I wish that I could stay.
On my way -- but I have no time to play,
And I hope that I will see you on my way.
Yes, I've been all up and down the line,
But somehow my money stayed behind.
A good payin' job is hard to find,
And the graveyard's lookin' for another sign.
On my way -- to another workin' day.
On my way -- and I wish that I could stay.
On my way -- but I have no time to play,
And I hope that I will see you on my way.