You're Ruinin My Life
(john d. loudermilk)
Down at work it's gettin' bad, gettin' kind-a rough as a cob
My boss has done told me, better get my mind back on my job
Th' guys that work around me, they've done started into shunnin' me too
I guess they're tired of hearin' me whining the blues about you
You're ruinin' my life, you're ruinin' my life
You're ruinin' my life, you're ruinin' my life
I ain't makin' it so I can't go on this way
You're ruinin' my life, you're ruinin' my life
Th' bus conductor tells me, "Buddy, why don't you get some rest?
Your eyes are gettin' baggy and your suit sure needs a press!"
Every Sunday morning I wake up and I'm almost dead
From crying all Saturday night lying in my bed
You're ruinin' my life, you're ruinin' my life
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