Mr Larkin Lyric by State Radio

Mr Larkin Lyric

by State Radio

Lyric:



I Work In The Kitchen

At An Old-folks Store

I Do My Best

But I Too Am Getting Old

I Do The Dishes

But Lately I've Been Dropping Plates

Since I Get Older My Hands Are Starting To Shake



So Mr. Larkin See I, I've Got To Hold This Job

Did You Misspeak When You Told Me She Was All But Gone

Mr. Larkin Got Me My One Weeks Pay

But Don't Ask Me To Leave Her, I Cant Afford That Way



Ten Years Ago My Wife Took Sick

So I Brought Her Here, My Job I Quit

I Started Working For The Home So I Could Be By Her Every Day

We Couldn't Afford The Cost In Any Other Way



Chorus

So, So Mr. Larkin See I, I Know She Know Who I Am

Every Now And Then She'll, Eh, She'll Squeeze My Hand

It's What I Live For And It's Why She Don't Die

So Mr. Larkin Won't You, Won't Give Me This Try



I Walk To Work On Route 27

I See The Same Cars Pass Every Day

And Through All This New England Weather

You Know Never Once Have I Been Late



Chorus



I See The Argument Your Making

And I Understand You've Got To Do Your Job

And Believe Me I Know She's Turning Angel

But You See This Women Is All I Got



Chorus