(Jeff Stevens/Tim Nichols)



She worked in a laundry pressin' shirts and pants

Eight hours a day at that iron she'd stand

'Bout every thirty minutes somebody said

Man, it's hot in here

She tied up her hair but she wouldn't cut it off

'Cause Robbie Lee likes it better when it's lone

And at night they'd meet at the cold spot

And drink some beer

And every mornin' when she'd clock in she'd say



One of these days, I'm getting out of here

Yeah one of these days, 'cause I'm too good for this place

Now I don't mean that like it sounds

But I'm not gonna be held down

Things are gonna change

One of these days



One Friday she said, That's it, I'm quittin'

We all thought that she was just kidding'

When we came back from lunch she didn't

And that was it

Somebody said they'd seen her downtown

Bags all packed steppin' on a Greyhound

Robbie Lee watchin' his world come down around him

I can't count the times I heard her say



One of these days, I'm getting out of here

Yeah one of these days, 'cause I'm too good for this place

Now I don't mean that like it sounds

But I'm not gonna be held down

Things are gonna change

One of these days



That girl wasn't nobody's fool

Bet she's workin' somewhere cool

And I'm startin' to think



One of these days, I'm getting out of here

Yeah one of these days, 'cause I'm too good for this place

Now I don't mean that like it sounds

But I'm not gonna be held down

Things are gonna change

One of these days



Yeah one of these days

Yeah, one of these days