I work in the kitchen
At an old folk's home
I do my best, but I too am gettin' on
I do the dishes, but lately I've been droppin' plates
See as I get older, my hands are startin' to shake
So Mr. Larkin
See, I got to hold this job
Did you misspeak when you told me she was all but gone
Mr. Larkin, Dock me my one week's pay
But don't ask me to leave
I can't afford that today
Ten years ago, my wife took sick
So I brought her here, my job I quit
I started workin' for the home
So I could be by her every day
We couldn't afford the cost in any other way
So Mr. Larkin
I know she know who I am
Every now and then, yeah she'll squeeze my hand
It's what I live for, it's why she don't die
So Mr.Larkin won't you
Won't you give me this try
I walk to work on Route 27
I see the same cars pass every day
And through all this New England weather
You know never once have I been late
So Mr. Larkin
I know she know who I am
Every now and then, yeah she'll squeeze my hand
It's what I live for, it's why she don't die
So Mr. Larkin won't you
Won't you give me this try
I see the argument you're makin'
And I understand you got to do your job
And believe me I know she's turning angel
But you see this woman is all I got
So Mr. Larkin
I know she know who I am
Every now and then, yeah she'll squeeze my hand
It's what I live for and it's why she don't die
So Mr. Larkin won't you
Won't you gimme this try
Won't you gimme this try
Won't you gimme this try
Oh woah oh...
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