8 a.m. I'm up and my feet beating on the sidewalk

Down at the unemployment agency, all I get is talk

I check the want ads but there just ain't nobody hiring

What's a man supposed to do when he's down and he's



Out of work

I need a job, I'm out of work

I'm unemployed, I'm out of work

I need a job, I'm out of work



I go to pick my girl up

Her name is Linda Brown

Her dad invites me in

He tells me to sit down

The small talk that we're making

Is going pretty smooth

But then he drops a bomb

"Son, what d'ya do ?"



I'm out of work

I need a job, I'm out of work

I'm unemployed, I'm out of work

I need a job, I'm out of work



Hey Mr President I know you got your plans

You're doing all you can now to aid the little man

We got to do our best to whip that inflation down

Maybe you got a job for me just driving you around



I'm out of work

These hard times, they're enough

To make a man lose his mind

I'm out of work

Up there you got a job but down here below



I'm out of work

I need a job, I'm out of work

I'm unemployed, I'm out of work

I need a job, I'm out of work



I'm out of work

I'm out of work

I'm out of work

I'm out of work



I'm out of work

I'm out of work

I'm out of work