Washerwoman

Oh brother It feels like it's a Monday every day This steam is going to melt my life away Scrub, scrub, that's all I do I sometimes wonder what I'm coming to There ain't no cure for the washday blues The clothes go out, those clothes keep coming in Carbolic's going to get beneath my skin Scrub, scrub, that's all I do I sometimes wonder what I'm coming to There ain't no cure for the washday blues Bedsheets hanging on the line A sailing ship to take me home But I know I'll be here forever now So long ago, so long ago My brow will sweat, the mangle's gonna turn On thirty-third and third that's where I'll earn And it's scrub, scrub, that's all I do I sometimes wonder what I'm coming to There ain't no cure for the washday blues Rub-a-dub, rub-a-dub, rub-a-dub Rub-a-dub, rub-a-dub, rub-a-dub I'm up to me oxters in a Belfast sink (Rub-a-dub, rub-a-dub, rub-a-dub) I traded all my looks for smokes and drink (Rub-a-dub, rub-a-dub, rub-a-dub) Ans it's scrub, scrub, that's all I do Oh bloody hell what have I to There ain't no cure for the washday blues Bedsheets hanging on the line A sailing ship to take me home But I know I'll be here forever now So long ago, so long ago No, there ain't no cure for the washday blues Those washday blues Ain't no cure for the washday blues There ain't no cure for the washday blues Those washday blues Those washday blues Those washday blues