Slavin' Away

Slavin' away
 Slavin' away
 All for you my love
 And i've nothin to show for it
 Cept my dusty old book full of pictures
 A dusty old book
 Tell me a story
 Bout how i wasn't so tired
 From my slavin' away
 I ran off
 Put on corduroy knickers that i got from the coal shovelin' kid
 And hitchhiked in a rickety old ford
 Hitchhiked in a rattly old norton side car
 Down strange roads
 In the purrin' rain, as the poet put it
 On up to st. Paul
 On a cold day in the middle of the fall
 And they picked me up for not wearin a dress
 And suspended my sentence
 If i wore somethin with a strap that was pink
 And i scrubbed up on somebody's sink
 So now i catch the canadian pacific
 And not be too specific, just somewhere up north
 And get into lumber and slumber when i like
 And in the spring ride down into cheyenne on my bike
 I looked out the window
 And i stuck my head out the door
 And the snow was melting so slow...
 And the sky was light but so gray...
 Slavin' away
 And all for nothin' my love
 Cookin and washin in the morning
 And startin at 9: 25
 I assemble six boxes of little plastic christmas trees
 And put in the blue leds
 On kid toy cell phones with borg batteries
 And then on to the sewing machine
 Stick the labels on purple t-shirts
 And the arms on pull-over jumpers for the uk
 Slavin' away
 All for you my love
 And i've nothin to show for it
 I've nothin to show for it
 I could see her lookin in the mirror at me
 Wonderin' if it wasn't plain for everyone to see
 Nothin ever seemed to turn out how it might be
 I could see her doubting now that all had gone and went
 That anything she got was equal what that she'd spent
 That she never seemed to get back what that she'd lent
 Anyway they did have a son
 And by the time he was married and i played at his wedding too at holy trinity
 I was choir director myself
 Rehearsals in the basement twice a week
 I demanded we'd be in peak condition
 And everything seemed to be going quite well
 I got along well with the priest...