Sunday Morning Lyrics

I'm so tired of being poor
I can't take it anymore
I can work and sling a wrench
Work a shut-down in a pinch
Folks that live down by the lake
They all give and they don't take Charles David Sharp - Sunday Morning - http://motolyrics.com/charles-david-sharp/sunday-morning-lyrics.html
They work their fingers to the bone
And in the evenings sit alone
Sunday monrning comes without a word
Called up Monday but still they haven't heard
And I swear Michael is a turd