Migrants Lament from The Tillers by The Tillers

I don't want to look up in the sky and see no dark clouds rising
I don't want to look in met darling's face and see her blue eyes crying
But I don't mind to work all day out in the bright sun shining
I'm always looking for a job to do and hope for a silver lining

I'm working I'm working trying to draw a little pay
I'm working I'm working gonna get on the road someday

When I came around I was looking for work and I heard that folks were hiring
So I took me a job on an assembly line and I began conspiring
I'll take my pay and put it away because it ain't too much they're giving
I'll set up a tent at the county line in the woods where no one's living

And I'll live off the land until the season's though and I'll write to my darling
I'm coming home with pockets full six months since we last parted
And we'll pack my trunk with all out junk go wherever we please dear
Off we'll ride side by side and never come back near here

In a couple of days I'm gonna leave this place there's talk of work out west
I know I said I'm coming home soon but I think it's for the best
Someday I'll get you out of that town I'm saving every dime babe
But for now I'm gonna sing this song and write you another line babe

I'm working I'm working trying to draw a little pay
I'm working I'm working gonna get on the road someay
Gonna get on the good road, someday

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