D6 : xx0202 A7 : x02020 A13 : x02022 C#7 : x4342x F#7 : 242322 F#/C# : x44322 A6 : x02222 Em7 : 022030 I used to love these lazy winter afternoons_ Starting out too late giving up too soon_ Coming home to coffee and a trashy book_ Never paying any mind if things were never done on_ Time was when a fella_ could just let time_ slip away_ No worries_ car or telephone_ just rent_ and food_ to pay_ And every night with single buddies boozing at the bar_ Living for the minute_ taking every hour in it_ But now_ there's just_ too much_ to do_ in any given day_ Ha__ The car_ the phone_ the kiddies shoes_ too many bills_ to pay_ Running from_ the crack of dawn_ 'til Knowlton reads the news_ And falling into bed too wiped_ to even kiss the wife_ good night__ Oh_ oh oh_ oh oh__ just another working Joe_ Oh Oh_ The baby's in_ the Swingomatic_ singing Rock and Roll_ My Sweetie's in the kitchen_ whipping up my fa_-vorite casserole__ I knocked_ off_ work at ten o'clock_ the kids_ are still in school_ The coffee pot is perking__to hell_ with bloody working_ Wo oh_ It sure is sweet to sit at home_ and let time go'away_ Through tomorrow I'll_ be scratching through another working_ day_ But when I start_ to come apart_ from all_ the things_ to do_ I know_ that I'll_ be taking soon__ another la-a-a_-zy winter afternoon__ Oh_ oh oh_ oh oh__ just another working Joe_