Smokey Factory Blues

Early in the misty misty morning headin' for another freeway jam

Sleepy eyed and shriverin' wakin' up and wishin' it was Sunday I wish it was Sunday

On the radio they're playin' love songs songs that make me wanna turn around

Factory gates are up ahead. I wished that I was home in bed

With you, right now, back home with you, right now

But I work to make a living and I work without a break

And I work when I am sleeping and I work when I'm awake

Yes and I'd like to leave the city but I can't afford to move

And I think I'm going under with them way down lowdown smokey factory blues

I was born lover not a worker

Money doesn't smell like sweet perfume

Some of us feel out of place- engine oil upon our face

Believe me you better believe me

But I work to make a living and I work without a break

And I work when I am sleeping and I work when I'm awake

Yes and I'd like to leave the city but I can't afford to move

And I think I'm going under with them way down, lowdown smokey factory blues

Yes. I work to make a living and I work without a break

And I work when I am sleeping and I work when I'm awake

Yes and I'd like to leave the city but I can't afford to move (Fade)