Capo: 3rd fret
[Verse 1]
D
Early in the misty, misty morning
D
Heading for another freeway jam
D
Sleepy eyed and shivering
D
Waking up and wishing
D
It was Sunday. I wish it was Sunday
[Verse 2]
D
On the radio they're playing love songs
D
Songs that make me want to turn around
D
Factory gates are up ahead
D
I wish that I was home in bed
D
With you, my love, back home with you, my love
[Chorus]
A
But I work to make a living
G D
And I work without a break
A
And I work when I am sleeping
G D
And I work when I'm awake
A
Yes, and I'd like to leave the city
G D
But I can't afford the move
A
And I think I'm goin' under
G D
With those way down low down smokey factory blues
[Verse 3]
D
I was born a lover, not a worker
D
Money doesn't smell like sweet perfume
D
Some of us feel out of place
D
With engine oil upon our face
D
Believe me, you'd better believe me
[Chorus]
A
But I work to make a living
G D
And I work without a break
A
And I work when I am sleeping
G D
And I work when I'm awake
A
Yes, and I'd like to leave the city
G D
But I can't afford the move
A
And I think I'm goin' under
G D
With those way down low down smokey factory blues
[Chorus]
A
Yes I work to make a living
G D
And I work without a break
A
And I work when I am sleeping
G D
And I work when I'm awake
A
Yes, and I'd like to leave the city
(Begin Fading Out)
G D
But I can't afford the move
A
And I think I'm goin' under
G D
With those way down low down smokey factory blues
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)
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