| She worked in a laundry pressin' shirts and pants
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| Eight hours a day at that iron she’d stand
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| 'Bout every thirty minutes somebody said
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| Man, it’s hot in here
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| She tied up her hair but she wouldn’t cut it off
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| 'Cause Robbie Lee likes it better when it’s lone
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| And at night they’d meet at the cold spot
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| And drink some beer
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| And every mornin' when she’d clock in she’d say
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| One of these days, I’m getting out of here
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| Yeah one of these days, 'cause I’m too good for this place
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| Now I don’t mean that like it sounds
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| But I’m not gonna be held down
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| Things are gonna change
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| One of these days
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| One Friday she said, That’s it, I’m quittin'
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| We all thought that she was just kidding'
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| When we came back from lunch she didn’t
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| And that was it
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| Somebody said they’d seen her downtown
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| Bags all packed steppin' on a Greyhound
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| Robbie Lee watchin' his world come down around him
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| I can’t count the times I heard her say
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| One of these days, I’m getting out of here
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| Yeah one of these days, 'cause I’m too good for this place
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| Now I don’t mean that like it sounds
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| But I’m not gonna be held down
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| Things are gonna change
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| One of these days
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| That girl wasn’t nobody’s fool
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| Bet she’s workin' somewhere cool
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| And I’m startin' to think
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| One of these days, I’m getting out of here
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| Yeah one of these days, 'cause I’m too good for this place
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| Now I don’t mean that like it sounds
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| But I’m not gonna be held down
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| Things are gonna change
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| One of these days
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| Yeah one of these days
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| Yeah, one of these days |