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Ruby was a union gal
Loading parts on a painting line.
She had to try to make ends meet
By working lots of overtime.
She’d leave for home,
Feed the kids and sleep alone.

“My life is perpetual in mo-o-tion,” I heard her say.
“My world is a bucketful of grief each day,” she’d say.
“You know that my head is filled with aggrava-a-tion,” (It has to be.)
“My heart is as empty as a hollow tree.”

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As if her life weren’t hard enough,
Her foreman made a pass each day.
He’d take away her overtime
if she didn’t want to play.
I’ll tell you how
Some sisters did him in one day.

The foreman he came onto her
Ruby played the game of tease.
His pants, he threw them on the floor;
Donna hung ‘em on the line with ease.

You should have seen
His pants go through the paint machine.

“His pants were perpetual in mo-o-tion,” I heard them say.
His life was a bucketful of grief that day, I’d say.
You know that his head was filled with aggrava-a-tion, (It had to be.)
Be-cause his boss threw his ass right on the street.