Intro: F C Bb  Gm7 F Bb C 
       F C Bb  Gm7 F Bb C F 
 
Gm                   F                  
In the middle of late last night 
       Abmaj7 
I was sittin' on a curb 
Bb                    F             
I didn't know what about 
          Eb 
But I was feelin' quite disturbed 
Gm                     F                      
A street sweeper came whistlin' by 
         Abmaj7 
He was bouncin' every step 
C7                Dm           G7          
It seemed strange how good he felt 
     Gm7 
So I asked him while he swept 
 
 
      C7                F   
     He said, "It's my job  
     C    Bb                Gm7 
     To be cleaning up this mess 
                F       Bb       C 
     And that's enough reason to go for me 
             F    
     It's my job  
     C       Bb            Gm7 
     To be better than the rest 
          F            Bb   C7  F 
     And that makes the day for me."  
 
Gm                  F                   
I got an uncle who owns a bank 
        Abmaj7 
He's a self-made millionaire 
Bb                 F                
He never had anyone to love 
       Bb 
Never had no one to care 
Gm7                    F                
He always seemed kinda sad to me 
      Abmaj7             C7 
And I asked him why that was 
            Dm          G7           
And he told me it's because  
        Gm7 
In my contract there's this clause 
 
Chorus: 
        C7                F    
     That says, "It's my job 
      C      Bb            Gm7 
     To be worried half to death 
           F              Bb      C 
     And that's the thing people respect in me 
              F    
     It's my job  
      C   Bb                Gm7 
     But without it I'd be less 
           F      Bb    C7   F 
     Than what I expect from me." 
 
Instrumental: 
   F Bb    F Bb   F Bb    Gm7 C7 F 
 
 Gm                      F                    
Now I've been lazy most all my life 
         Abmaj7 
Writin' songs and sleepin' late 
Bb               F                    
And any manual labor I've done  
     Eb 
Was purely by mistake 
 Gm7                     F                     
If street sweepers can smile  
                 Abmaj7          C7 
Then I've got no right to feel upset 
              Dm          G7 
But sometimes I still forget 
 
  Gm7 
'Til the lights go on and the stage is set 
                   F       Bb             C 
And the song hits home and you feel that sweat 
 
Chorus:       F   
     It's my job 
     C      Bb                 Gm7 
     To be different than the rest 
               F       Bb        C7 
     And that's enough reason to go for me 
             F    
     It's my job  
     C      Bb              Gm7 
     To be better than the best 
           F            Bb    C7  F 
     And that's a rough break for me 
 
Ending: 
     D      G  D       
     It's my job  
          C               Am7 
     To be cleaning up this mess 
                G       C         D 
     And that's enough reason to go for me 
              G    
     It's my job  
      D      C             Am7 
     To be better than the rest 
               G        C   D7  G 
     And that makes the day for me 
 
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