Man In Work Clothes Poem by Ray Stone

There was a man on the sofa Tipsy,
He had a couple of juices to melt his tongue,
work Hard all night long looking at the time clock,
Had a headache she calm him down all day long,
man in work clothes making dollars,
he didn't know he could work like that,
climb a roof ounce fell off,
dance at a party making moves like a boss,
he stare at her face she had a wonderful face,
she said I caught your style,
he work she work they dinner date,
play with the dew in the rain while we get loose out of draws,
days of the sun turn into the night,
pick the keys to the tractor while we clean this area,
jump on the bicycle go slow like we ghosting down the ally,
I don't mind if we spend the night at my cousin crib,
as long as the woman is clear that I'm a man in work clothes,
we hook up at the job say locate at the mall,
me and wife take clothes off when we spend the night.