Work It Out

I knew a man named Luther in a South America town

Workin’ in the oil fields for the black gold underground     

The Spanish that he spoke was enough to get him by

And the contraband Scotch was enough to get him high

Workin' all day

Was his kind of play

When times weren't so good

He knew that he could

Work it out

Work it out

Work it out

He heard about some work and brought his family from up north

Looking for his soul in the way that men do most

Work was more than just a job, it was his private fun

Rising 'fore the sun rose up before the day begun

Workin' all day

Was his kind of play

When times weren't so good

He knew that he could ....

Work it out

Work it out

Work it out

He never spoke of money as if it were his goal

A life of leisure for one day was not his kind of role

I knew him much too little he was always on the run

Work was something to be doing, never to be done

Working all day

Was his kind of play

When times weren't so good

He knew that he could ....

Work it out

Work it out

Work it out

© Armell