Working Girl Blues

[Verse 1: Hazel Dickens]
Hey, hey-hey-hey
Got the early Monday morning working blues
I put on my ragged, worn-out working shoes
Well, the weekend was too short, but I can't choose
When the Lord made the working girl, he made the blues

[Pre-Chorus: Hazel Dickens & Alice Gerrard]
Well, I'm tired of working my life away
And givin' somebody else all of my pay
While they get rich on the profits that I lose
And leaving me here with the working girl blues

[Chorus: Hazel Dickens & Alice Gerrard]
I-dee-oh-lay-ee, working girl blues!
And I can't even afford a new pair of shoes
While they can live in any ol' penthouse they choose
And all that I've got is the working girl blues

[Verse 2: Hazel Dickens & Alice Gerrard]
My boss said 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 dues?
And lose a little bit of these working girl blues?

[Pre-Chorus: Hazel Dickens & Alice Gerrard]
Well, said I'm tired of working my life away
And givin' somebody else all of my pay
While they get rich on the profits that I lose
And leaving me here with the working girl blues

[Chorus: Hazel Dickens & Alice Gerrard]
I-dee-oh-lay-ee, working girl blues!
And I can't even afford a new pair of shoes
While they can live in any ol' penthouse they choose
And all that I've got is the working girl blues