Window`s Weed Lyrics

Window`s Weed lyrics

waitin' 'til my dyin' day

that's when I pack these tired blues away

that's when I go to lay down in my grave

that'll be my dyin' day



wonderin' what I'm workin' for

ain't gonna be your lowdown dog no more

ain't gonna bleach an' scrub your kitchen floor

I wonder what I'm workin' for



making tiny feet for shoes

didn't have the right to pick 'n choose

didn't know the freedom I would lose

in making tiny feet for shoes



workin' dozen to the nine

feels like I'm just servin' time

waitin' in this goddamn line

hell or heaven I'll be fine



cookin' nothin' in the pan

that's the way life dealt my hand

that'll be my livin' last demand

to get somethin' from this land



playin' 'round the toes of time

waitin' for the spark that'll free my mind

that'll put unhappiness behind

jus' lookin' for an exit sign