It started in Mt. Vernon

  Sweepin' a hole in the floor  Here before seven, hopin' for a good day.  Keep to myself.  Careful what I say. Nine-thirty break, can't stand it no more.  Off to the back to sweep a hole in the floor. It's better back here, best I can see. No cussin', no gripin'.  Then again it's just me.  Last raise we got?  Is it three years or four? Sortin' that out, sweepin' a hole in the floor.  How am I doin'?  You'll hear me say  fine.  Our hours? Cut. No more overtime.   Much as I'd like to walk out that door,   I'll be in the back, sweepin' a hole in the floor. Got to stay here for now, this is what I know. Bills to pay, family to feed, places to go. The concrete in here?  Shines like never before!  Just keep movin', sweepin' a hole in the floor.  Try as they may, they can't change my tune.  With my good attitude, and a long handle broom. Where a body can breathe, and no one keeps score. Singin'...