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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