Slavin Away

Slavin Away - The Fiery Furnaces

Slavin' away

All for you my love

And I've nothin' to show for it

Cept my dusty old book full of pictures

A dusty old book

Tell me a story

Bout how I wasn't so tired

From my slavin' away

I ran off

Put on corduroy knickers that I got from the coal shovelin' kid

And hitchhiked in a rickety old ford

Hitchhiked in a rattly old norton side car

Down strange roads

In the purrin' rain, as the poet put it

On up to st. Paul

On a cold day in the middle of the fall

And they picked me up for not wearin' a dress

And suspended my sentence

If I wore somethin' with a strap that was pink

And I scrubbed up on somebody's sink

So now I catch the canadian pacific

And not be too specific, just somewhere up north

And get into lumber and slumber when I like

And in the spring ride down into cheyenne on my bike

I looked out the window

And I stuck my head out the door

And the snow was melting so slow

And the sky was light but so gray

Slavin' away

And all for nothin' my love

Cookin' and washin' in the morning

And startin' at 9:25

I assemble six boxes of little plastic christmas trees

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