Lyrics:
You wash them clothesSwee dee deeAnd hang em on the lineI can see by the wayYou wash them clothesYour cookin' must be fineI'm with you in the morning'Til the break of dayAnd I know everybodyHas a little hard luckSometimesAnd I know latelyI've been havin' mineWe used to liveIn a fleabag apartmentYou know the kind And he come home and he'd say to meWe gotta leave, leave, leave the cityYou wash them clothesSwee dee deeAnd hang 'em on the lineI can see by the way you wash them clothesYour cookin' must be fineI'm with you in the morningUnil the break of dayI know everybodyHas a little hard luckSometimesI know latelyI've been havin' mine.