George Jones
George Jones
George Jones
George Jones
George Jones
George Jones
George Jones
George Jones
George Jones
George Jones
George Jones
George Jones
George Jones
George Jones
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George Jones
George Jones
George Jones
George Jones
George Jones
George Jones
George Jones
[Verse 1]
I woke up this morning aching with pain
Don't think I can work, but I'll try
The car's in the shop, so I thumbed all the way
Oh, these days I barely get by
[Verse 2]
I walked home from work and it rained all the way
My wife left and didn't say why
She laid all her bills on the desk in the hall
Oh, these days I barely get by
[Verse 3]
Put my only two dollars on my favorite horse
He lost by a nose, and I cried
Oh, my boss says come winter, we'll all be laid off
Oh, these days I barely get by
[Bridge]
These days I barely get by
I want to give up, lay down and die
Worst of all was when she told me goodbye
Whoa, these days I barely get by
Whoa, these days, one barely gets by
These Days (I Barely Get By) was written by George Jones & Tammy Wynette.
These Days (I Barely Get By) was produced by Billy Sherrill.