You're just a no account   You never will amount to nothin' at all      When there is work to do and someone yells for you   You don't hear them call   The good Lord set aside his Sundays for folks to rest      More than one day's rest is wrong   You start restin' Sunday and rest so hard   You're tired the whole week long      You're just a no account   You never will amount to nothin' at all      I just can't figure how each time you milk the cow   The tit gets so small   We got machines to do your work for you   But you won't press the button on the wall      You're just a no account   You never will amount to nothin' at all      You're just a no account   You never will amount to nothin' at all      I just can't figure how each time you milk the cow   The tit gets so small   We got machines to do your work for you   But you won't press the button on the wall      You're just a no account   You never will amount to nothin' at all      No account   You never will amount to nothin' at all