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 a 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.