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.
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' happy songs, sweepin' a hole in the floor.
Steve Stone 2-17-2025