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Foreman says its back to work, wants to see us live and movin
It’s no secret tho that he’s a jerk and this job it ain’t my choosin
It’s nine to nine on the ssembly line ain’t exactly that amusing
And we’ll probably all get us overtime, but that’s the weekend that we’re losin
Now I ain’t a one to make complaints, even when pushin comes to shoving
But I wished I had me another day for to sit round doing nothing

On my one day off I slept in late didn’t get up until the evening
I cooked a meal, put it on a plate, but I couldn’t find the seasoning
So I drove my car to the grocery store, without forethought or reasoning
When I got there I found me a parking spot, steppin out I locked my keys in
For a minute I just stood there, all a red-faced and a cussin—
And I wished I had me another day for to sit round doing nothing

In the summertime when the weather’s fine as well you may imagine
The sun it shines through my window-blinds where my eyelids are a-hatchin
Upon the beach I watch the sea where the waves come softly crashin
Against the crags beneath my seat where the mermaids are asplashin
Some days are meant for makin plans, and some days are for discussin
But me I tend to like the days where you can sit round doin nothing

Out on the porch in my rocking chair with my pocket knife a whiddlin
Just enjoying nature’s outdoor air a hummin and a whistling
My sleeves are short and my feet are bare, I like to keep my toes a wigglin
When I run all out of wood to carve always got my thumbs for twiddling
No I don’t relate to people well, whether a stranger or my cousin
Folks always seem to want to do something else besides for nothing

I had my eye on a pretty girl she was a one-in-a-twenty-million
I asked her for to marry me if she’d be so kind and willing
Well she didn’t say one word to me and just then something happened
She called a fella to come over here, and introduced me to her husband
He shook my hand so hard it hurt, and boy, was I a blushin
If I could’ve done it all again, I guess I would’ve never had said nothing

When this life has gone and passed me by on my deathbed I’ll be dyin
And if I ain’t outlived the folks I know, haps around me they’ll be cryin
When the old man comes to reap my soul I won’t keep him long from tryin
I wouldn’t say that I’d be ready tho, if I did I would be lyin
My mind will rest from thinking sore and my heart will rest from lovin
But I’ll still wished I had me another day to sit round doing nothing

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from Nothin to Write Home About, released June 13, 2020

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Sam Steffen Boise, Idaho

Sam Steffen is a Pennsylvania-bred, Boise-based singer-songwriter whose songs are the torch-wood for a new generation of folk music that has learned from the best stuff in the tradition and aims in spite of everything to keep the human spirit alive and kicking. A versatile musician and skilled finger-picker, Sam is at heart a story-teller, and a prolific one. ... more

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