I'm going to have to go around one
Norton at a time and let people
know that it's my job.
Thank you all again.
God bless you.
In the middle of late last
night I was sitting on a curb
I didn't know what about,
but I was feeling quite disturbed
Street sweeper came whistling by,
he was bouncing every step
It seemed strange how good he felt,
so I asked him while he swept
He said it's my job to be
cleaning up this mess
And that's enough reas
on to go for me
It's my job to be better than the best,
and that makes the day fun.
I've got an uncle that
owns a bank.
He's a self -made bil lionaire.
He never had anyone to thank,
never had no one to care.
He always seemed kind of sad to me,
and I asked him why that was.
and he told me it's because in my con
tract there's this clause that says
it's my job to be worried half to death and
that's the thing people respect in
me it's my job but without it I'd be less than what
I expect from me
I've been lazy most all my life writing
songs and sleeping late
An d any manual labor I've
done was purely by this day
The street sweepers can smile and
I've got no right to feel upset
But sometimes I still forget
Till the lights go on
And the stage is set
And the song is on
And you feel that sweat
It's my job
To be different than the rest
And that's another reason
to go for me
It's my job
To be better than the rest
And that's a tough break for me
It's my job
To be clean and at this mess,
and that's another reason to go for me.
It's my job to be better than the best,
and that makes the day for me.
Thank you,
Florence.
Thank you,
Handy
Festival.
God bless y 'all.
Thank you much.