Early in the misty, misty morning
Heading for another freeway jam
Sleepy eyed and shivering
Waking up and wishing it was Sunday
I wish it was Sunday
On the radio they're playing love songs
Songs that make me want to turn around
Factory gates are up ahead
I wish 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
With 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
And I think I'm going under