I work in the kitchen
At an old folk's home
I do my best, but I too am gettin' old
I do the dishes but lately I been droppin plates
See as I get older, my hands are startin to shake

So Mr. Larkin
See I got to hold this job
Did you misspeak when you told me
She's all but gone
So Mr. Larkin
Dock me my one week's pay
But don't ask me to leave
We can't afford that today

Ten years ago, my wife took sick
So I brought her here, my job I quit
Started working for the home
So I could be by her everyday
We couldn't afford the cost in any other way

So Mr. Larkin
See I know she know who I am
Everynow and then, she'll squeeze my hand
It's what I live for and it's why she don't die
So Mr. Larkin won't you
Won't you give me this try

I walk to work on Route 27
I see the same cars everyday
And through all this New England weather
You know never once have I been late

So Mr. Larkin
See I know she know who I am
Everynow and then, she'll squeeze my hand
It's what I live for and it's why she don't die
So Mr. Larkin won't you
Won't you give me this try

I see the arguement you are making
And I understand you got to do your job
And believe me I know she's turning angel
But you see this woman is all I got

So Mr. Larkin
See I know she know who I am
Everynow and then, she'll squeeze my hand
It's what I live for and it's why she don't die
So Mr. Larkin won't you
Won't you give me this try