One of These Days — текст песни (Mark Wills)

(jeff stevens/tim nichols)



She worked in a laundry pressin shirts and pants

Eight hours a day at that iron shed stand

bout every thirty minutes somebody said

Man, its hot in here

She tied up her hair but she wouldnt cut it off

cause robbie lee likes it better when its lone

And at night theyd meet at the cold spot

And drink some beer

And every mornin when shed clock in shed say



One of these days, Im getting out of here

Yeah one of these days, cause Im too good for this place

Now I dont mean that like it sounds

But Im not gonna be held down

Things are gonna change

One of these days



One friday she said, thats it, Im quittin

We all thought that she was just kidding

When we came back from lunch she didnt

And that was it

Somebody said theyd seen her downtown

Bags all packed steppin on a greyhound

Robbie lee watchin his world come down around him

I cant count the times I heard her say



One of these days, Im getting out of here

Yeah one of these days, cause Im too good for this place

Now I dont mean that like it sounds

But Im not gonna be held down

Things are gonna change

One of these days



That girl wasnt nobodys fool

Bet shes workin somewhere cool

And Im startin to think



One of these days, Im getting out of here

Yeah one of these days, cause Im too good for this place

Now I dont mean that like it sounds

But Im not gonna be held down

Things are gonna change

One of these days



Yeah one of these days

Yeah, one of these days