I work in the kitchen
At an old folk’s home
I do my best, but I too am gettin' on
I do the dishes but lately I been droppin plates
See as I get older my hands are starting to shake
So Mr. Larkin
See I got to hold this job
Did you misspeak when you told me
She was all but gone
Mr. Larkin
Dock me my one week’s pay
But don’t ask me to leave
I can’t afford that today
Ten years ago, my wife took sick
So I brought her here, my job I quit
I started working for the home
So I could be by her everyday
We couldn’t afford the cost in any other way
So
So Mr. Larkin see I
I know she know who I am
Every now and then
She’ll squeeze my hand
It’s what I live for
And it’s why she don’t die
So Mr. Larkin won’t you
Won’t you give me this try
I walk to work on route 27
I see the same cars pass everyday
And through all this New England weather
You know never once have I been late
So Mr. Larkin see I
I know she know who I am
Every now and then
She’ll squeeze my hand
It’s what I live for
It’s why she don’t die
So Mr. Larkin won’t you
Won’t you give me this try
I see the argument you’re makin’
I understand you got to do your job
And believe me I know she’s turning angel
But you see this woman is all I got
So much searing honesty in the most beautiful arrangements of words and harmonies. Storytelling and first person narratives in the songs that I resonate with deeply.
jill t kimelman
I listened to Dispatch a lot back in college. Then they had a farewell tour and I thought I'd never hear from them again. I wasn't until recently that I found out the band had got back together years later. This album really shows how they have grown as artists. gludwig311
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