No-assistant Blues

A little whinging ditty, like many blues songs…

Well, she up and quit me last Monday night late.
Yeah, she up and quit me last Monday night late.
Now I’m stuck with doing all the work that I hate.

The uh, stuff in my office, well, it’s piling up high.
The uh, stuff in my office, well, it’s piling up high.
Can’t find what I need though I know it’s nearby.

More work and less leisure are the things that I’ve got.
More work and less leisure are the things that I’ve got.
But some time to do hiring, that is what I have not.

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