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Early in the misty, misty morningHeadin' for another freeway jamSleepy eyed and shiveringWaking up and wishing it was SundayI wish it was SundayOn the radio they're playin' love songsSongs that make me want to turn aroundFactory gates are up aheadI wish that I was home in bed with you, my loveBack home with you, my loveBut 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 downSongtexteSmokey factory bluesI was born a lover not a workerMoney doesn't smell like sweet perfumeSome of us feel out of placeWith engine oil upon our faceBelieve me, you better believe me
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"Smokey Factory Blues" as written by Albert/hazlewood Hammond
Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing
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