Artist: gretchen wilson
Song: full time job
Year: 2005
I'm a mother, I'm a lover, a chef, a referee
I'm a doctor and a chauffeur seven days a week
I ain't askin' for a medal, yeah I know you work too
I'd just like a little credit where credit is due
It's the hardest gig I've known, I work my fingers to the bone
Yeah the dishes and the diapers never stop, lousy pay
There ain't no 401k, I know this may come as a shock
But this here's a full time job
Well, I'm takin' a vacation, I could use a little fun
I'll be sippin' on the silence and soakin' up the sun
I'm leavin' you my apron, you can try it on for size
You said there's nothin' to it, so I'm sure you'll be fine
It's the hardest gig I've known, I work my fingers to the bone
Yeah the dishes and the diapers never stop, lousy pay
There ain't no 401k, I know this may come as a shock
But this here's a full time job
In a day or maybe two, you'll be changin' your tune
By then you'll be ready to drop, workin' my full time job
This is a full time job, yeah, yeah, yeah
