Текст песни Steppenwolf - Smokey Factory Blues
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Words and music by A. Hammond & M. HazlewoodEarly 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.В© 1973 Landers-Roberts Music / April Music Inc. (ASCAP)