Coast Road Records

Lyrics

I’ll be your helper monkey, dusk to dawn
You know i’ll clean up after everybody’s gone
And I ain’t no trouble, and i’m glad to work for my keep

I’ll carry water, yes, and chop your wood
I’ll go one better than your best man could
And I ain’t no trouble, and i’m glad to work for my keep

I worked my way from a bungalow out west
To a railroad in brooklyn without stoppin’ to rest
I’m just countin’ the days til i’m countin’ sheep
And I ain’t no trouble, and i’m glad to work for my keep

My grandpa’s pappy was a railroad man
And where his last track ended, my grandpa’s began
And I ain’t no trouble, and i’m glad to work for my keep

Now my grandpa and my dad both took the same turn
Men of land born, but men of letters learned
And I ain’t no trouble, and i’m glad to work for my keep

I worked my way from a bungalow out west
To a railroad in brooklyn without stoppin’ to rest
I count one step at a time, so’s it don’t seem so steep
And I ain’t no trouble, and i’m glad to work for my keep

We come from up the mines, cuz we was born to the trade
If you want us to dig, just point and hand us a spade
And I ain’t no trouble, and i’m glad to work for my keep

Songs in our throat and, coal in our spit
I work a poem like a pony in a pit
And I ain’t no trouble, and i’m glad to work for my keep

I worked my way from a bungalow out west
To a railroad in brooklyn without stoppin’ to rest
I’m eschewing the shoal so’s I can dig in deep
And I ain’t no trouble, and i’m glad to work for my keep