Smokey factory blues by Johnny Cash
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 moment dead
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
[ ac.guitar ]
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
I work to make a living...
But I work to make a living...