I Got Four Kids

Oh

I got four kids

Four kids

Four kids

I got divorced

Had to

Four kids

Had to get divorced

Oh

Been twenty-two years of cleanin'

For all them years, I worked and prayed

Every day I

Doin' laundry

Thirty-nine, and still a maid

In 1963

I thought for sure by now I'd be

Better off than this

Thirty-nine-year-old

I should be somewhere

Bein' kissed by Nat King Cole (hey!)

Hey, hey, hey, hoo

Hey, hey, hey, hoo

It 1963 and I

I wish every afternoon I die

Cook and clean

And mind that boy

Doin' housework

Doin' laundry

Sixteen feet below the sea

Thought for sure by now I'd be

Someplace cooler

Someplace high

Someplace where there's somethin' dry

Don't come from no electric dryer

Doin' somethin' finer

Somethin' not as meek

As getting hit

And turnin' cheek

Hit

And turn the other cheek

Hit

And turn the other cheek

Doin' laundry underground

For thirty dollars every week

Thirty dollars every week

And I am mean

And I am tough

But thirty dollars ain't enough

Thirty dollars ain't enough

Nothin' happened underground in Louisiana

'Cause there ain't no underground in Louisiana

There is only underwater