I was lookin' for a job
when I came here
And I can sure start lookin' again
It may sound funny
but I never let money
keep me doin' somethin'
I can't stand
His life's too short to spend
the whole thing workin'
And me and this job's
a -gettin' old
Anybody hirin' can buy my time
Nobody owns my soul
Now I enjoy security
As much as any man
And I'll work harder than any job
As long as I can stand
But I ain't gonna sell my soul
For three square meals a day
Nothin' so important
I can't turn and walk away
Cause I was lookin' for a job
When you came here
And I can sure start lookin' again
It may sound funny, but I never let money
keep me doin' somethin'
I can't stand
Cause life's too short to spend
the whole thing workin'
and, man, this job's a -gettin' old
Anybody hirin' can buy my time,
but nobody owns my soul
Well, I have worked with my bare hands
And I have worked with tools
And I have worked for all this land
And educated food
But I ain't bowin' down
to keep a roof above my head
Swallowing my pride,
ain't gonna keep this belly of theirs
Cause I was looking for a job
when I came here
And I can sure start looking again
It may sound funny, but I never let money
keep me doing something I can't stand
If life's too short to spend
the whole thing workin'
Then me and this job's
a -gettin' old
Anybody hirin' couldn't buy my time
But nobody owned my soul