Weekend Glory

Some clichty folks

dont know the facts,

posin and preenin

and puttin on acts,

stretchin their backs.

They move into condos

up over the ranks,

pawn their souls

to the local banks.

Buying big cars

they cant afford,

ridin around town

actin bored.

If they want to learn how to live life right

they ought to study me on Saturday night.

My job at the plant

aint the biggest bet,

but I pay my bills

and stay out of debt.

I get my hair done

for my own selfs sake,

so I dont have to pick

and I dont have to rake.

Take the church money out

and head cross town

to my friend girls house

where we plan our round.

We meet our men and go to a joint

where the music is blue

and to the point.

Folks write about me.

They just cant see

how I work all week

at the factory.

Then get spruced up

and laugh and dance

And turn away from worry

with sassy glance.

They accuse me of livin

from day to day,

but who are they kiddin?

So are they.

My life aint heaven

but it sure aint hell.

Im not on top

but I call it swell

if Im able to work

and get paid right

and have the luck to be Black

on a Saturday night.