You're Just A No Account

You're just a no account You never will amount to nothin' at all When there is work to do and someone yells for you You won't heed them call Now, the good Lord set aside each Sunday for folks to rest More that one day's rest is wrong You start restin' Sundays and you rest so hard You're tired the whole week long You're just a no account And you'll never amount to nothin' at all I just can't figure how each time you milk the cow The tit gets so small We got machines to do your work for you But you won't press the button on the wall You're just a no account And you'll never amount to nothin' at all