8 a.m. I'm up and my feet beating on the sidewalk. Down at the unemployment agency all I get is talk. I check the want ads but there just ain't nobody hiring. What's a man supposed to do when he's down and he's. Out of work. I need a job I'm out of work. I'm unemployed I'm out of work. I need a job I'm out of work. I go to pick my girl up. Her name is Linda Brown. Her dad invites me in. He tells me to sit down. The small talk that we're making. Is going pretty smooth. But then he drops a bomb. "Son what d'ya do ?". I'm out of work. I need a job I'm out of work. I'm unemployed I'm out of work. I need a job I'm out of work. Hey Mr President I know you got your plans. You're doing all you can now to aid the little man. We got to do our best to whip that inflation down. Maybe you got a job for me just driving you around. I'm out of work. These hard times they're enough. To make a man lose his mind. I'm out of work. Up there you got a job but down here below. I'm out of work. I need a job I'm out of work. I'm unemployed I'm out of work. I need a job I'm out of work. I'm out of work. I'm out of work. I'm out of work. I'm out of work. I'm out of work. I'm out of work. I'm out of work.