Written by Peter Green. Now when I put down my tools And my working day is through Yes, when I put down those dirty old tools And I need sweat no more I磍l find you waiting at the station And I could not ask for more And when I lay down on my pillow And my body磗 feeling tired Yeah, when I磎 feeling kind of mellow I know you磍l be there to keep me warm And I磍l just drift away to heaven And Lord I could not ask for more And when the sun comes creeping up And the nighttime turns to dawn Yeah, when that big red sun starts shining And those treetops start to call I磍l see you laying by my side babe And I could not ask for more Now when I put down my tools And my working day is through Yes, when I put down those dirty old tools And I need sweat no more I磍l find you waiting at the station And I could not ask for more
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