It's My Job

For Mac who reminds me of me seven years ago
In the middle of late last night I was sittin' on a curb
I didn’t know what about, but I was feelin' quite disturbed
A street sweeper came whistlin' by, he was bouncin' every step
It seemed strange how good he felt, so I asked him while he swept
Chorus:
He said, «It's my job to be cleaning up this mess
And that’s enough reason to go for me It’s my job to be better than the rest
And that makes a day for me.»
I got an uncle who owns a bank, he’s a self-made millionaire
He never had anyone to love, never had no one to care
He always seemed kinda sad to me and I asked him why that was
And he told me it’s because in my contract there’s this clause
Chorus:
That says, «It's my job to be worried half to death
And that’s the thing people respect in me It’s my job but without it I’d be less
Than what I expect from me.»
Now I’ve been lazy most all my life writin' songs and sleepin' late
And any manual labor I’ve done was purely by mistake
If street sweepers can smile then I’ve got no right to feel upset
But sometimes I still forget
'Til the lights go on and the stage is set
And the song hits home and you feel that sweat
Chorus:
It’s my job to be different than the rest
And that’s enough reason to go for me It’s my job to be better than the rest
And that’s a rough break for me Chorus:
It’s my job to be cleaning up this mess
And that’s enough reason to go for me It’s my job to be better than the rest
And that makes the day for me
— Notes:
Background Vocals: Mac McAnally, J.D. Souther