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VP_011462 Verse 1Every morning at six o'clock I go to my work, Over coat buttoned up 'round my neck no job would I shirk, Winter wind blows 'round my head cuting up my face, I tell you what I'd like to have my dear old father's place. Chorus 1Everybody works but father And he sits around all day, Feet in front of the fire Smoking his pipe of clay, Mother takes in washing So does sister Ann, Everybody works at our house but my old man. Verse 2A man named Work moved into town, and father heard the news, With Work, so near my father started shaking in his shoes, When Mister Work walked by my house he saw with great surprise, My father sitting in his chair with blinders on his eyes. Verse 3At beating carpets father said he simply was immense, We took the parlor carpet out and hung it on the fence, My mother said: "now beat it dear, with all you might and main", And father beat it right back to the fireside again.
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Dockstader, Lew; Havez, Jean; and Starmer, "Everybody works but Father" (1905). Vocal Popular Sheet Music Collection. Score 3363.