Doing My Job

Song credits: 
Words & Music by John McCutcheon

John: vocal and guitar
Tom: harmony vocal and electric guitar
Bobby: saxophone
Michael: bass and harmony vocal

John—Written after Cal Ripken's record-breaking stretch of 2,131 consecutive games on September 6, 1995.

It was one for the ages
You just had to see
So we sat on the couch
My two kids and I
And we watched on TV
It was in the fifth inning
The game it had to be stopped
The whole ballpark went nuts
When the number was dropped
My kids they clapped and they hollered
Me, I choked up with tears
Thinking back on the grace
He brought to that place
For over thirteen years
And as he stood in the spotlight
He looked so awkward and shy
When they asked to say a few words on that day
This was his reply


I'm only doing my job
Like folks everywhere
Where I come from
It's just how things are done
Doing my share
I did not love every part
Still I don't think it odd
Give your best
And to hell with the rest
Doin' my job

She gets up every morning
Gets the kids out the door
Then it's carpool and shop
Vacuum and mop
Until they're back home at four
Then it's supper and homework
Until they're all tucked away
It's a kiss and goodnight
And you turn out the light
For the four thousandth day


We deliver the mail
We grow all the crops
We teach in the schools, we put out the fires
And we clerk in the shops
We enter the data
We build the bridges and roads
We show up every day
We work for our pay
We carry the loads


©1995 John McCutcheon/Appalsongs (ASCAP)