Smokey Factory Blues (Cash Johnny)

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. (Fade)