I Want My Time

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I Want My Time

I’m night guard all alone tonight,

Dead homesick, lonely, tired and blue;

And none but you can make it right;

My heart is hungry, Girl, for you.

I’ve longed all night to hug you, Dear;

To speak my love I’m at a loss.

But just as soon as daylight’s here

I’m goin’ straight to see the boss.

“How long’s the round-up goin’ to run?

Another week, or maybe three?

Give me my time, then, I am done.

No, I’m not sick. Three weeks? Oh gee!”

I know, though, when I’ve had enough.

I will not work⁠—darned if I will.

I’m goin’ to quit, and that’s no bluff.

Say, gimme some tobacco, Bill.