Steppenwolf - Smokey Factory Blues Lyrics
Early in the misty, misty morningHeadin' for another freeway jamSleepy eyed and shiveringWaking 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 aroundFact'ry gates are up aheadI wish that I was home in bed with you, my love,Back home with you, my love.But I work to make a livingAnd I work without a breakAnd I work when I am sleepingAnd I work when I'm awakeYes, and I'd like to leave the cityBut I can't afford the moveAnd I think I'm goin' underWith those way down low downSmokey fact'ry blues.I was born a lover not a worker.Money doesn't smell like sweet perfumeSome of us feel out of placeWith engine oil upon our face.Believe me, you better believe me.