Working Hours Without Rest…. .

I do love this album…;

Breath like kerosene…. .  I know that.  Boy o boy.   When you just keep working, and working, and never feel like you’ll get anywhere.  Or accomplish anything.  One day, you wake, and smell yourself.  And your spouse says, “…yeah, I knew.”
So, lets be an Okie, and pitch woo:
 
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