I'm working, working, all day long
I'm working, all day long
I'm working, my fingers to the bone
I'm working, all day long

And there's a hole in the bucket
But I keep on, keeping on

Martha, Martha, don't you cry
Oh Martha, don't you cry
Martha, oh Martha, don't you cry
I know, we'll get by
'Cause there's a hole in the bucket
But I don't know the reason why

I'm standing, waiting, for that train
I'm waiting, for that train
I'm standing, I'm waiting, for that train
Lord, I'm waiting for that train
There's a hole in the bucket
And I got, nobody to blame