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Mr. Larkin

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I work in the kitchen at an old folk's home

I do my best but I too am getting on

I do the dishes but lately I been dropping plates

See as I get older, my hands are starting to shakeSo 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 todayTen 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, soSo 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 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'

And 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 gotSo 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?Won't you give me this try?

Won't you give me this try?

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