I RESIGN.

MORE ROUND

There is no pay beneath the sun,
As sweet as rest when a job's well done.
I was born to work up to my grave
But i was not born
To be a slave.


One more round...
AND LETS HEAVE IT DOWN,
One more round
And lets heave it down.


Papa drove loading machines and mamma farmed ,
I never heard them hollar cause the work was hard.
They were born to work up to their graves
But they were not born
To be worked -out slaves.


One more round
And lets heave it down,
ONE MORE ROUND
And lets heave it down.


Brother n sisters know the daily grind,
It was not labor made them lose their minds.
They were born to work up to their graves
But they were not born
To be worked-out slaves.


One more round
And lets heave it down,
ONE MORE ROUND
And lets heave it down.


And now i will tell you my Golden Rule,
I was born to work but i aint no mule.
I was born to work up to my grave
But i was not born
To be a slave.


One more round
And lets heave it down,
One more round
And lets heave it down.