Mr. Larkin Lyrics

I work in the kitchen
At an old-folks store
I do my best
But I too am getting old
I do the dishes
But lately I've been dropping plates
Since i get older my hands are starting to shake
So Mr. Larkin see I, I've got to hold this job
Did you misspeak when you told me she was all but gone
Mr. Larkin got me my one weeks pay
But don't ask me to leave her, I cant afford that way
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 every day
we couldn't afford the cost in any other way

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So, so Mr. Larkin see I, I know she know who I am
Every now and then she'll, eh, 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 give me this try
I walk to work on route 27
I see the same cars pass every day
And through all this new england weather
You know never once have I been late
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I see the argument your making
And I understand you've got to do your job
And believe me I know she's turning angel
But you see this women is all I got
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Lyrics submitted by je.