Smokey Factory Blues - Steppenwolf

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…