Charles Brown works
hard all day Doesn't get home till the
sky is gray Sees his children tucked
in bed He's a man that gets and paid
Sits down by the fireside The tears
fill his eye The wind's blowing And
the storm's growing Aren't you glad you're
inside
What a quiet life he's had Don't
you think it's very sad?
Stays his bed till 10 o'clock on
his weekly one day off Takes his kids
down to the park till the sky's dark
and dark
Monday morning comes so fast Makes
him wonder how the time goes past
Another week of grunt and grind Another
week's HP to find
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