A Job of Work

I hate unemployment and I’ll tell you why

I wanna keep working ‘til the day I die

I like to work, I do it well and when I can’t feed my family

Lord I feel like hell

Lord, give me a job of work to do

Lord, give me a job of work to do

That’s all I want, that’s all I ask of you

The man from the government says it’s fine

To walk on over to the free food line

Nice of the government to be so fair

But I don’t want my friends to see me there

Lord, give me a job of work to do

Lord, give me a job of work to do

That’s all I want, that’s all I ask of you

I was born and raised in these old hills

I never left ‘em and I never will

I’m able-bodied, my friends are, too

And all that we want is a job to do

Lord, give me a job of work to do

Lord, give me a job of work to do

That’s all I want, that’s all I ask of you

Well, these are the worst times I have seen

I don’t want to seem ungrateful or mean

But a man’s got to raise his family

And I can’t stand to raise ‘em on charity

Lord, give me a job of work to do

Lord, give me a job of work to do

That’s all I want, that’s all I ask of you