Fed Up

A.C. Reed

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    Still playin' this music now
    I wanna show you way I feel
    I feel bad 'cause I don't have a dollar bill
    I need money, Lord, at least that's what I wish
    One bird in the hand is better 'n two out in the bush
    That' why I'm fed up
    (He's fed up)
    Gotta keep the bird right in my hand, oh yeah
    Well I'm gonna stop this runnin' around
    An' get me a job like the average man, um-hm
    I'm gonna get me a job where I work from nine to five
    I'm playin' this music an' I can't hardly survive
    Money on a musician is the worst musician I ever seen
    I was better off when I was workin' for Walgreen
    That's why I'm fed up
    (He's fed up)
    Wanna keep a dollar right in my hand, oh yeah
    Well I'm gonna stop this runnin' around
    Get me a job like the average man, um-hm
    Should be a star 'cause I always want to be
    I hate guitars 'cause they just won't profit to me
    I'm playin' my saxophone an' I'm walkin' the streets an' cryin'
    Gotta get me a job 'cause I don't have a lousy dime!
    Now I hate this music 'cause it always leave me flat
    Thirty dollar job and you got your agent tryin' a-steal that
    People keep on tellin' me blues don't get satisfaction
    One hit record then I'll be a star like
    Michael Jackson
    That's why I'm fed up
    (He's fed up)
    Gonna keep a dollar right in my hand, oh yeah
    Well I'm gonna stop this runnin' around
    And get me a job like the average man
    Lord, I'm gonna stop this runnin' around
    An' get me a job like the average man
    Well I'm gonna stop this runnin' around
    An' get me a job like the average man

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    Composition: Aaron Carthen Reed

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