A Face in the Crowd

or I guess I should say, girls...

the boss lady just shoved
a piece of paper at me...

says I ain't got
but 3 more minutes.

Thas what I've got
against working...

is tangled up
with the word "hurry".

Back in my town,
we had a cousin named Harry...

they all called him Hurry 'cause
he was always running someplace.

Till one day he fell down a flight
of steps and broke his fool neck.

We put a sign on his grave
that said...

"He was in such a hurry,
he couldn't wait to get here."

Shucks, I was just going to add on
a verse about being a free woman.

I bet a lot of you dream of that...
with all the breakfast dishes
piling up in the sink...

and cranky husbands
to get off to work.

Ain't it a shame how they
get on about everything...

because they ain't got the gumption
to take it out on their boss?

Well, good-bye, dear,
I'm late for work.

I hate to talk against
my own kind but I never saw...

a man who could appreciate
how hard you women have to work.

They think running water over a dish
is all there is to it.

They never see you clean the grease
out of the sink...

or wiping out of the oven
the gravy...

or the apple juice that sizzles over
the side of the dish onto your grill.

How would he know that?
Listen to this.
"Dear Lonesome, though I never
set eyes on you..."

Listen. "I know you must be
saintly looking.

Only a saint could understand the
burdens of a housewife like you do."

They all say the same. They love
his voice, his guitar, his ideas.

They should know
some of them.

You're not fooling me,
you're proud of him.

There hasn't been mail like this
since you started the station.