I work in the kitchen    At an old folk's home   I do my best, but I too am gettin' old   I do the dishes but lately I been droppin plates   See as I get older, my hands are startin to shake      So Mr. Larkin    See I got to hold this job   Did you misspeak when you told me    She's all but gone   So Mr. Larkin    Dock me my one week's pay   But don't ask me to leave    We can't afford that today      Ten years ago, my wife took sick   So I brought her here, my job I quit   Started working for the home   So I could be by her everyday   We couldn't afford the cost in any other way      So Mr. Larkin    See I know she know who I am   Everynow and then, she'll squeeze my hand   It's what I live for and it's why she don't die   So Mr. Larkin won't you   Won't you give me this try      I walk to work on Route 27   I see the same cars everyday   And through all this New England weather   You know never once have I been late      So Mr. Larkin    See I know she know who I am   Everynow and then, she'll squeeze my hand   It's what I live for and it's why she don't die   So Mr. Larkin won't you   Won't you give me this try      I see the arguement you are making   And I understand you got to do your job   And believe me I know she's turning angel   But you see this woman is all I got      So Mr. Larkin    See I know she know who I am   Everynow and then, she'll squeeze my hand   It's what I live for and it's why she don't die   So Mr. Larkin won't you   Won't you give me this try