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Smokey Factory Blues

Early in the misty, misty morning

Headin' for another freeway jam

Sleepy eyed and shivering

Waking up and wishing it was SundayI wish it was Sunday

On the radio they're playin' love songs

Songs that make me want to turn around

Factory gates are up aheadI wish that I was home in bed with you, my love

Back home with you, my loveBut 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 awakeYes, and I'd like to leave the city

But I can't afford the move

And I think I'm goin' under

With those way down low down

Smokey factory bluesI was born a lover not a worker

Money doesn't smell like sweet perfume

Some of us feel out of place

With engine oil upon our face

Believe me, you better believe me

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