It's Just Work for Me - Ry Cooder

Well I got my old bulldozer

Got my dozer-hauling truck

And I got my demolition order

Got to be out there by sunup

So I head west on Arroyo

Right turn at Bishop Road

Pull up by the schoolhouse and

Jack down my dozer load

What I’d see?

Dirt roads, beat up shacks

Stretched out as far as I can see

Don’t throw that brick my way, buddy

'Cause it’s just work: it's just work for me

Now they called out all the police

Police dragged some old lady

Right downstairs, hollering

«Move your ass, all you taco benders

We’re gonna protect and serve you right on away from here.»

It ain’t none of my business

And it ain’t my master plan

You got to go where they send you

When you’re a dozer-drivin' man

I see dirt roads, beat up shacks

Stretched out far as I can see

Don’t walk down on me like that, buddy!

I’m telling you, it’s only work: it's just work for me

Now this old truck is getting tired

This old bank account is getting low

Don’t even own our old house-trailer in Fontana

So I gotta do this work, you know

Some of you may like baseball

Well I guess baseball’s alright with me

Someday there’ll be a big old ballpark here

Where your little old town used to be

Dirt roads, country shacks

Old dogs, and dry grass, dusty trees

This ain’t your world, tell ya, buddy

Sure ain’t my world

Just a job, a work: just work for me

Ni el mio tampoco

Solo un trabajo… trabajo para mi