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State Radio - Mr. Larkin lyrics

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I work in the kitchen 

At an old folk's home 

I do my best but i too am getting on 

I do the dishes but lately i been dropping plates 

See as i get older my hands are starting to shake 



So mr larkin 

See i got to hold this job 

Did you misspeak when you told me 

She was all but gone 

Mr larkin 

Dock me my one week's pay 

But don't ask me to leave 

I can't afford that today 



Ten years ago my wife took sick 

So i brought her here 

My job i quit 

I started working for the home 

So i could be by her everyday 

We couldn't afford the cost in any other way 

So 



So mr larkin see i 

I know she know who i am 

Every now and then she'll squeeze my hand 

It's what i live for it's why she don't die 

So mr larkin won't you won't you give me this try 



I walk to work on route 27 

I see the same cars pass everyday 

And through all this new england weather 

You know never once have i been late 



So mr larkin see i 

I know she know who i am 

Every now and then she'll squeeze my hand 

It's what i live for it's why she don't die 

So mr larkin won't you won't you give me this try 



I see the argument you're makin' 

And i understand you got to do your job 

And believe me i know she's turning angel 

But you see this woman is all I got 



So mr larkin see i 

I know she know who i am 

Every now and then she'll squeeze my hand 

It's what i live for it's why she don't die 

So mr larkin won't you won't you give me this try 

Won't you give me this try 

Won't you give me this try
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Language: English

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