F C Bb  Gm7 F Bb C
F C Bb  Gm7 F Bb C F

Gm                   F                 
In the middle of late last night
       Abmaj7
I was sittin' on a curb
Bb                    F            
I didn't know what about
          Eb
But I was feelin' quite disturbed
Gm                     F                     
A street sweeper came whistlin' by
         Abmaj7
He was bouncin' every step
C7                Dm           G7         
It seemed strange how good he felt
     Gm7
So I asked him while he swept

[Chorus]
      C7                F  
     He said, "It's my job 
     C    Bb                Gm7
     To be cleaning up this mess
                F       Bb       C
     And that's enough reason to go for me
             F   
     It's my job 
     C       Bb            Gm7
     To be better than the rest
          F            Bb   C7  F
     And that makes the day for me."

Gm                  F                  
I got an uncle who owns a bank
        Abmaj7
He's a self-made millionaire
Bb                 F               
He never had anyone to love
       Bb
Never had no one to care
Gm7                    F               
He always seemed kinda sad to me
      Abmaj7             C7
And I asked him why that was
            Dm          G7          
And he told me it's because 
        Gm7
In my contract there's this clause

[Chorus]
        C7                F   
     That says, "It's my job
      C      Bb            Gm7
     To be worried half to death
           F              Bb      C
     And that's the thing people respect in me
              F   
     It's my job 
      C   Bb                Gm7
     But without it I'd be less
           F      Bb    C7   F
     Than what I expect from me."

[Instrumental]
   F Bb    F Bb   F Bb    Gm7 C7 F

 Gm                      F                   
Now I've been lazy most all my life
         Abmaj7
Writin' songs and sleepin' late
Bb               F                   
And any manual labor I've done 
     Eb
Was purely by mistake
 Gm7                     F                    
If street sweepers can smile 
                 Abmaj7          C7
Then I've got no right to feel upset
              Dm          G7
But sometimes I still forget

  Gm7
'Til the lights go on and the stage is set
                   F       Bb             C
And the song hits home and you feel that sweat

[Chorus]
              F  
     It's my job
     C      Bb                 Gm7
     To be different than the rest
               F       Bb        C7
     And that's enough reason to go for me
             F   
     It's my job 
     C      Bb              Gm7
     To be better than the best
           F            Bb    C7  F
     And that's a rough break for me

[Ending]
     D      G  D      
     It's my job 
          C               Am7
     To be cleaning up this mess
                G       C         D
     And that's enough reason to go for me
              G   
     It's my job 
      D      C             Am7
     To be better than the rest
               G        C   D7  G
     And that makes the day for me