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I'm getting
tired and weary
on the night-shift,
My eyes are getting bleary
on the night-shift,
I never see the light of day,
I'm so in debt I have to stay,
To earn the wages paid me
on the night-shift.
I never
see my family
on the night-shift,
I come home tired and crabby
on the night-shift,
And then I stay up through the night,
And get to bed by early light,
Then sleep until I go back
on the night-shift.
But some
day I'll retire
from the night-shift,
My time will then expire
from the night-shift,
I'll play around all through the day,
And in the night I'll drift away,
And dream that I'm back working
on the night-shift.
by David Ronald Bruce Pekrul
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