I'm A Telling You

I'm A Telling You - Jerry Butler

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 when I get home

Now in everything that I do

I'm trying to make

One dream come true

And maybe someday Lord

I'll find Satisfaction and

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