Washday Blues Lyrics

Last Saturday night I looked like a princess dressed in calico
Now blue Monday washday I look like a lady hobo
Just rubbin' and a scrubbin' and a raisin' 'em out
I gotta hang 'em out early I hope the sun comes out
(Wash 'em out ring 'em out hang 'em on the line
Get a little tired just think about the good times) washday blues

Now I ain't never been very lucky I ain't never won a prize
But I'd like to get a job on TV for some of that soap they advertise
Rubbin' and scrubbin...

Well that good lookin' good lovin' no good man of mine
Could buy me a washin' machine
But he spends all his money on payday to make me look like a queen
Now rubbin' and scrubbin'...

Dolly Parton - The Fairest Of Them All - My Favorite Songwriter, Porter Wagoner

Aug 2010

1. Daddy Come And Get Me
2. Chas
3. When Possession Gets Too Strong
4. Before You Make Up Your Mind
5. I'm Doing This For Your Sake
6. But You Loved Me Then
7. Just The Way I Am
8. More Than Their Share
9. Mammie
10. Down From Dover
11. Robert
12. Everything Is Beautiful (In Its Own Way)
13. Lonely Comin' Down
14. Do You Hear The Robins Sing
15. What Ain't To Be Just Might Happen
16. Bird That Never Flew
17. Comes And Goes
18. Washday Blues
19. When I Sing For Him
20. He Left Me Love
21. Oh He's Everywhere
22. Still On Your Mind
23. Just As Good As Gone (previously unreissued 45 b-side)