Take this job_ and shove it!  I ain't work-in'  here no more.
My woman  done left and took all the reasons I was work-in' for.
You bet-ter not try  to stand  in my way, 'cause I'm walk-in'    out   the   door.
Take this job_ and shove it!  I ain't work-in'  here no more.

I've   been work-in'  in  this  fact'ry for nigh  on  fif-teen  years.
All  this  time  I watched_ my woman   drown-in'  in a pool of  tears.
And  I've seen a  lot   of  good _  folk   die __ that had a lot of bills to pay. 
I'd give   the   shirt  right  off_    of  my  back   If   I had   the guts  to say: 
Take   this  job   and shove it!

Well, that fore - man, he's   a   reg-u-lar  dog.  The line boss, he's  a   fool. 
Got   a  brand-new   flat   -   top  hair-cut,  Lord,   he    thinks  he's   cool.
And   One   of  these   days I'm  gon-na blow  my  top. 
That  suck-er,  he's   gon - na   pay.
Lord, I    can't  wait  to see___ their fac-es  when  I get the nerve to say: 
Take   this  job   and shove it!

Circa 1977
Words and Music by David Allen Coe
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