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)