The Nth Laborer

by Andy Jaske

Genre: Folk

Lyrics

The Nth Laborer

Once you’ve solved your Lagrangian equations

And your optimization is done

And you’ve input the output of the Nth Laborer

Remember, I’m the Nth Laborer’s son

My daddy, he works down in them coal mines

He’s got that old black lung

They say he’ll probably die before the end of the year

My momma, she died in ’81

I got me a job down at the drug store

I work for mean old Mr. McGrew

There’s a girl I like down there with strawberry blonde hair

And she wishes that I was dead, too

I’ve thought about just heading out for college

But I’m kind of a borderline case

I can’t make it on my brains and I can’t play basketball

And I sure can’t make it on my pretty face

So I’ll probably end up workin’ in them coal mines

And I’ll hardly ever see the light of day

But the folks down there is real, they don’t beg or cheat or steal

And thirty years from now, I’ll pass away

So once you’ve solved your Lagrangian equations

And your optimization is done

And you’ve input the output of the Nth Laborer

Remember, I’m the Nth Laborer’s son

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