Dirty Feet

Dirty feet, what have you done?
You can do the rest in the morning
Don’t tell me how great you think we are
Dirty face, rest your eyes now
The shape you’re in, and the baby on the way
Don’t knock on the door, don’t bring the flowers
Let’s move to the back
You’re starting to cry now
God bless the workers; I wish I was one
Let’s move to the back
You’re starting to cry now
God bless the workers; I wish I was one
I came back more sleepy than before
The trip was good, but the hours were long
And I thought of you. I thought of us
Dirty feet, it’s been a long time
I’ve made excuses, but there’s no reason
For that to feel so bad
Let’s move to the back
You’re starting to cry now
God bless the workers; I wish I was one
Let’s move to the back
I’m starting to cry now, too
God bless these workers; I wish I was one