Early in the misty misty morning
headin' for another free way jam
Sleepy eyed and shriverin' wakin' up and wish
in' 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