(Jeff Stevens&Tim Nichols)
She worked in a laundry pressin' shirts and pants
Eight hours a day at that iron she'd stand
'Bout every thirty minutes somebody said
Man, it's hot in here
She tied up her hair but she wouldn't cut it off
'Cause Robbie Lee likes it better when it's lone
And at night they'd meet at the cold spot
And drink some beer
And every mornin' when she'd clock in she'd say
One of these days, I'm getting out of here
Yeah one of these days, 'cause I'm too good for this place
Now I don't mean that like it sounds
But I'm not gonna be held down
Things are gonna change
One of these days
One Friday she said, That's it, I'm