Jerry Butler - I'm A Telling You lyrics

I'm a telling you I'm a telling you I'm a telling you I'm a telling you I got up, I go to work I try real hard to do my job But before the day is done I find out I done something wrong I'm a telling you I'm a telling you I'm a telling you I'm a telling you Days are getting longer and My nights are getting shorter And my way gets darker And my work gets harder Now when I get home The wife is mad The little girl She's feeling bad Little junior He's got the blues Says he needs a Pair of baseball shoes I'm a telling you I'm a telling you I'm a telling you I'm a telling you Days are getting longer and My nights are getting shorter And my way gets darker And my work gets harder Now in everything that I do I'm trying to make One dream come true And maybe someday Lord, I'll find Satisfaction and Peace of mind I'm a telling you I'm a telling you I'm a telling you I'm a telling you Days are getting longer and My nights are getting shorter And my way gets darker And my work gets harder