Call My Job Lyrics by Albert King
Call my job, tell the boss I won’t be in
Call my job, tell the boss I won’t be in
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Call my job, tell the boss I won’t be in
Call my job, tell the boss I won’t be in
I want to be your personal manager babe
I want to do everything I can for you
I’m a get up soon in the mornin’
I believe I’ll dust my broom
I’m a cross cut saw
Just drag me ‘cross your log
They call me the hunter, that’s my name
A pretty woman like you, is my only game
Oh pretty woman she’s the rising sun
Says all your cheap paint and powder ain’t gonna help you none
If you’re down an’ out, an’ you feel real hurt
Come on over, to the place where I work