Another Saturday
© 1992/93 Jesse Blevins
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It's just another Saturday
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I could work, but then I'd rather play.
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It's a quarter 'til nine, the sun is shining
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Through my kitchen window.
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I'm just taking my time, making it mine, I'm
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Doing what I please.

My daughter is a little child.
She's precocious and a little wild.
The things that she says amaze and amuse me,
She's always into something.
The things that she sees, remind me of me when
I was not quite five.

It's amazing how the time goes by.
How the years and then the decades fly.
I couldn't wait to grow up and do what I wanted,
Hadn't quite decided,
When my daddy grew old and finally told me,
"Do it while you can."


My daugher is a woman now.
She grew up, although I don't know how.
She's smart and she's pretty, lives in the city,
Knows where she's going.
She's out on her own, sometimes she phones me.
I see her now and then.

It's just another Saturday,
Now I'm working, though I'd rather play.
It's a quarter 'til ten.  It's cloudy again, and yet,
I'm just as happy.
I'm paying my dues.  I'm getting 'round to it,
Doing what I can.