Dirty Feet - Julie Doiron

Dirty feet, what have you done?

You can do the rest in the morning

Don’t tell me how great you think we are

Dirty face, rest your eyes now

The shape you’re in, and the baby on the way

Don’t knock on the door, don’t bring the flowers

Let’s move to the back

You’re starting to cry now

God bless the workers;

I wish I was one

Let’s move to the back

You’re starting to cry now

God bless the workers;

I wish I was one

I came back more sleepy than before

The trip was good, but the hours were long

And I thought of you.

I thought of us

Dirty feet, it’s been a long time

I’ve made excuses, but there’s no reason

For that to feel so bad

Let’s move to the back

You’re starting to cry now

God bless the workers;

I wish I was one

Let’s move to the back

I’m starting to cry now, too

God bless these workers;

I wish I was one