Work to be Done
Jack and Jill went up the hill to fetch a pail of water
Jack fell down and broke his crown and Jill came tumblin' after
I was sleeping in the top a tree minding my own buisiness
I heard a splash, and then a crash, I said "What the devil is
this?"
She said "Son you better pay some attention,
everything you see is what you see
Take a tip from me don't go sleepin' in no tree when there's work to be
done."
Three men lying in the middle of the road, cryin' out
for water
One was dead, the other was God, the third was the dead man's daughter
I was sleepin' in the bottom of the ditch, dreamin' about my baby
They said, "Shake a leg you sonofabitch, and you know we don't mean
maybe,"
They said, "Son you better pay some attention, everything you see is
what you see
Take a tip from us, don't go causin' any fuss when there's work to be
done."
Willie Sutton was robbin' a bank when I dropped by the
party
With Jessie James and his brother Frank, they were laughing loud and
hearty
Willie said "Son, you can work if you want, but one thing that I know
is
They'll feed you a crock about punchin' a clock,
But the bank is where the dough is,"
He said, "Son you better pay some attention,
not everything you see is what you see
Surely you must know there ain't but one way you can go
when there's work to be done."
All along the borderline they gathered for the meeting
There is no more time to loose, the fateful hour is fleeting
The old world's lying in it's grave, the new one lies a-borning
If there's something left to save we must take it without warning
Oh love we'd better pay some attention
Nothing that we see is what will be
Yes by now we know there are some things we must let go
when there's work to be done
Lyrics by Alan
Franklin 1999
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