i m a telling you i m a telling you i m a telling you i m a telling you i got up i go to work i try real hard to do my job but before the day is done i find out i done something wrong i m a telling you i m a telling you i m a telling you i m a telling you days are getting longer and my nights are getting shorter and my way gets darker and my work gets harder now when i get home the wife is mad the little girl she s feeling bad little junior he s got the blues says he needs a pair of baseball shoes i m a telling you i m a telling you i m a telling you i m a telling you days are getting longer and my nights are getting shorter and my way gets darker and my work gets harder now in everything that i do i m trying to make one dream come true and maybe someday lord i ll find satisfaction and peace of mind i m a telling you i m a telling you i m a telling you i m a telling you days are getting longer and my nights are getting shorter and my way gets darker and my work gets harder