It's My Job - Live

By: Mac McAnally
 1970
 For Mac who reminds me of me seven years ago
 In the middle of late last night I was sittin' on a curb
 I didn't know what about, but I was feelin' quite disturbed
 A street sweeper came whistlin' by, he was bouncin' every step
 It seemed strange how good he felt, so I asked him while he swept
 He said, "It's my job to be cleaning up this mess
 And that's enough reason to go for me
 It's my job to be better than the rest
 And that makes a day for me."
 I got an uncle who owns a bank, he's a self-made millionaire
 He never had anyone to love, never had no one to care
 He always seemed kinda sad to me and I asked him why that was
 And he told me it's because in my contract there's this clause
 That says, "It's my job to be worried half to death
 And that's the thing people respect in me
 It's my job but without it I'd be less
 Than what I expect from me."
 Now I've been lazy most all my life writin' songs and sleepin' late
 And any manual labor I've done was purely by mistake
 If street sweepers can smile then I've got no right to feel upset
 But sometimes I still forget
 'Til the lights go on and the stage is set
 And the song hits home and you feel that sweat
 It's my job to be different than the rest
 And that's enough reason to go for me
 It's my job to be better than the rest
 And that's a rough break for me
 It's my job to be cleaning up this mess
 And that's enough reason to go for me
 It's my job to be better than the rest
 And that makes the day for me
 - Notes:
 Background Vocals: Mac McAnally, J.D. Souther