The Foreman

Thank you dear Lord for awaking me today

to go back to work and get some pay

to see the foreman which I love so dear

for he is a man I could kick in the rear


Thank you dear Lord for letting me be this way

for if I was like the foreman I think I would pray

for he is a man you could never like

he might be talking cattle or giving you the knife


I was working on a machine one morning

when over came the foreman to stir up a storm


He would give you a job and tell you how to do it

even if it was wrong he would say to do it


He would be in the office leaning on the window

looking all around to see who he could swindle


This is a man the plant could not do without

for he keeps the men coming in and out

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