Get a Job
I did all the work but I've nothing to show
I gave a life but i didn't let it grow
Oh I gave up
But Dena no more
Gonna get outta here and get myself a job
Get outta here and get myself a job
A little place to go to and a little place to come from
Get a little piece of everybody else's humdrum
I'm not giving up
Listen to my doctors taking all the stuff they tell me to
I can't work with kids even though that is what I used to do
I can understand that it's just that I need to learn something new
I'm not giving up
Got me a job at the Walmart in Terrell
I started making almost ten bucks an hour
I was coming up
Dena Schlosser, no more
After a month or two somebody saw me
Then some reporter put my face on the TV
And gave me up
They said Dena, no more
Now I've got no job and I can't afford the payments
For the meds and bills I've used up all my family's handouts
John has up and left me, but I knew that I could handle that
I'm not giving up
I served my time and I've nothing to show
I did the crime but they won't let it go
I'm so fucked up
Dena, no more
2017 I walked the streets
It was late at night it was too late for me
They picked me up
Free Dena, no more
I gave a life but i didn't let it grow
Oh I gave up
But Dena no more
Gonna get outta here and get myself a job
Get outta here and get myself a job
A little place to go to and a little place to come from
Get a little piece of everybody else's humdrum
I'm not giving up
Listen to my doctors taking all the stuff they tell me to
I can't work with kids even though that is what I used to do
I can understand that it's just that I need to learn something new
I'm not giving up
Got me a job at the Walmart in Terrell
I started making almost ten bucks an hour
I was coming up
Dena Schlosser, no more
After a month or two somebody saw me
Then some reporter put my face on the TV
And gave me up
They said Dena, no more
Now I've got no job and I can't afford the payments
For the meds and bills I've used up all my family's handouts
John has up and left me, but I knew that I could handle that
I'm not giving up
I served my time and I've nothing to show
I did the crime but they won't let it go
I'm so fucked up
Dena, no more
2017 I walked the streets
It was late at night it was too late for me
They picked me up
Free Dena, no more
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Writer(s): Becky Poole
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