| I’m working hard from morning 'til night |
| My shoulder bent into the wheel |
| I get home, you start to run me down |
| How do you think it makes me feel? |
| Your lashing turn |
| It hurts my soul |
| I start to think |
| And I lose control |
| I’m not moving like I know I should |
| Or feeling like I’d like to feel |
| And I spend my days just fooling around |
| I can’t function, |
| Honey when you run me down |
| Oh darling don’t you run me down |
| I gotta make a little fortune |
| So I can bring it on home to you |
| You’re only hurting yourself my friend |
| Treating me the way you do |
| My hands are tied behind my back |
| I’m drinking dinner from a paper sack |
| Every day is the Fourth of July |
| And I’m nothing but an April Fool |
| Well I spend my days just cruising around |
| I can’t function |
| Honey when you run me down |
| Oh darling don’t you run me down |
| I’m half a man |
| With half a heart |
| I hear you laughing |
| And I fall apart |
| I’d like to put it on the table |
| But I’m lost before I even start |
| You do me wrong and it’s bringing me down |
| My idle ways are the talk of the town |
| You make me feel like a do-nothing-clown |
| I can’t function |
| Honey when you run me down |
| Oh darling don’t you run me down |
| Oh darling don’t you run me down |