LYRICS
Working smart is a real fine art
Getting harder everyday
… in every way
Job, life will rob… you’re arm they’ll lob
Mourn the turn of your first born
What are you suppose to do
Just trying to get through
How are you suppose to learn
Where you’re suppose to turn
Working hard for the final yard
Getting smarter everyday
… in every way
Robbed by the job… stolen heart throb
No relief any day
… in any way
ABOUT THE SONG
Style: Alternative Folk Rock
Chords: A E / A C E
Recording: original take / digital 1-track stereo
Vocals, Guitar
From the album AD
by Daniel Brouse