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Last Saturday night I looked like a princess dressed in calico
Now blue Monday washday I look like a lady hobo
Just rubbin' and a scrubbin' and a raisin' 'em out
I gotta hang 'em out early I hope the sun comes out
(Wash 'em out ring 'em out hang 'em on the line)
(Get a little tired just think about the good times)
Washday blues
Now I ain't never been very lucky
I ain't never won a prize
But I'd like to get a job on TV
For some of that soap they advertise
Rubbin' and scrubbin' and a raisin' 'em out
I gotta hang 'em out early I hope the sun comes out
(Wash 'em out ring 'em out hang 'em on the line)
(Get a little tired just think about the good times)
Washday blues
That good lookin' good lovin' no good man of mine
Could buy me a washin' machine
But he spends all his money on payday
To make me look like a queen
Now rubbin' and scrubbin' and a raisin' 'em out
I gotta hang 'em out early I hope the sun comes out
(Wash 'em out ring 'em out hang 'em on the line)
(Get a little tired just think about the good times)
Washday blues
Boy I hate the washin' arm
Worse than anything in the world
And if we ever get rich
The first thing I'm gonnna do
Is to make my old man get me a maid
And then I'll have it made
'Cause he has really sent me through the ringer
Boy I hate dirty diapers
I've washed so many diapers
I got diaper rash on my hands
These old stiff workin' britches
Have got my hands all to pieces
One of these days though
Maybe I won't have to wash so many clothes
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