I'm Telling You

I'm Telling You - Jerry Butler

I'm a telling you oh I'm a telling you

I'm a telling you oh 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 oh I'm a telling you

I'm a telling you oh I'm a telling you

Days are getting longer

And my nights are getting shorter

And my way gets softer

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 oh I'm a telling you

I'm a telling you oh I'm a telling you

Days are getting longer

And my nights are getting shorter

And my way gets softer

And my work gets harder

Now in everything that I do

I'm trying to make one dream come true

And maybe someday Lord I'll find

Satisfaction and peace of mind

I'm a telling you oh I'm a telling you

I'm a telling you oh I'm a telling you

Days are getting longer

And my nights are getting shorter

And my way gets softer

And my work gets harder