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Deborah the flagmam, standing in the sun,
Tanned on your feet and arms and shoulder;
Deborah the flagmam goes to work at six a.m.,
It's fourteen hours before your shift is over.
Deborah, Deborah, on your feet there every day,
Are you making enough to feed your kids that way?
What do you think, standin' in the wind and the dust and the rain,
Do you ever feel like quittin' on the day that you get paid?
Deborah the flagmam, you work six days a week,
Sundays off that things don't get behind;
Go to work in April, or May if spring is late,
When you're done it's almost wintertime.
Deborah, Deborah, on your feet there every day,
Are you making enough to feed your kids that way?
What do you think, standin' in the wind and the dust and the rain,
Do you ever feel like quittin' on the day that you get paid?
Deborah the flagmam, drivers can't get by,
No one knows the burden on your shoulder;
You count the trucks and cars and you catch a driver's eye,
But no one counts the years that made you older.
Deborah, Deborah, on your feet there every day,
Are you making enough to feed your kids that way?
What do you think, standin' in the wind and the dust and the rain,
Do you ever feel like quittin' on the day that you get paid?
Do you ever feel like quittin' on the day that you get paid?
