shower and the blood starts pumpin' Out on the streets, the traffic starts jumpin' With folks like me on the job from 9 to 5 Workin' 9 to 5, what a
in the shower And the blood starts pumpin' Out on the street The traffic starts jumpin' The folks like me on the job from 9 to 5 Workin' 9 to 5, What
Превод: Партън, Dolly. 9 до 5.
When the mornin' sun Streaks across my room And I'm wakin' up From another dream of you Yes, you know I'm on the road Once again it seems All that's
Come and listen you fellows So young and do fine And seek not your fortune In the dark, dreary mines It will form as a habit Seep in your soul 'Til
The crops are all in and the peaches are rotting The oranges are piled in their creosote dumps You're flying them back to the mexican border To pay all
You know last night I went to sleep in Detroit city And I dreamed about those cotton fields and home I dreamed about my mother, dear old papa, sisters
Many years you have lingered around my cabin door Oh hard times come again no more Oh hard times come again no more Oh hush a bye hard times, go ye
Jump in the shower And the blood starts pumpin' Out on the street The traffic starts jumpin' The folks like me on the job from 9 to 5 Workin' 9 to 5,
The work is hard and the hours are long The money ain't much but we get along We're rich in things can give That can't be bought with a dollar bill
There is a house down in New Orleans Down in the Vieux Carr'e A house they call the rising sun Where love and money are made My father he was a gambler
You may not know me now But I have been around You'll never see my name on any pages I'm just the common man The fool who understands The pain you go
Some men find her sexy, some men disagree But if she's not, it's not because she doesn't want to be She wears a push-up bra from Freddericks, five inch
