(written by jim beauhall and s. johns). . Miss june's old gray two-story. Stands at the edge of town. Its weathered boards could use a coat of paint. The shudders need a lettin' down.
I ain't told nobody 'bout the trouble I've got on me. Keep my tears to myself so no one in the world can see. No, I ain't let on the truth to a living soul.
Well, down at the factory, I'm never late. I'm a mild mannered man who pulls his weight. I give a hundred percent, I don't ever stop. 'Til Friday evening when I punch that clock.