Take this job and shove it, I ain't working here no more
My woman done left, and took all the reason I was working for
You better not try to stand in my way as I'm walking out the door
Take this job and shove it, I ain't working here no more

Well I've been working in this factory for nigh on fifteen years
And all this time I watched my woman drowning in a pool of tears
I've seen a lot of good men die, I've had a lot of bills to pay
And I'd give the shirt right off of my back if I had the nerve to say

Take this job and shove it, I ain't working here no more
My woman done left took, and took all the reason I was working for
You better not try to stand in my way as I'm walking out the door
Take this job and shove it, I ain't working here no more

Well that foreman, he's a regular dog, the line boss he's a fool
He's got himself a brand new flat-top haircut, Lord he thinks he's cool
One of these days I'm gonna blow my top, and that sucker he's gonna pay
Lord I can't wait to see their faces when I get the nerve to say

Take this job and shove it, I ain't working here no more
My woman done left, and took all the reason I was working for
You better not try to stand in my way as I'm walking out the door
Take this job and shove it, I ain't working here no more

Words and music by David Allan Coe