Albert Hammond - Smokey Factory Blues lyrics

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, my love, back home with you, my love 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 the move And I think I'm goin' under With those way down low down 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'd better believe me And 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 the move And I think I'm goin' under With those way down low down smokey factory blues Yes, and 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...