Smokey Factory Blues — текст песни (Steppenwolf)

Words and music by A. Hammond & M. Hazlewood

Early in the misty, misty morning
Headin` 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 playin` love songs.
Songs that make me want to turn around
Fact`ry 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 fact`ry 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 better believe me.


В© 1973 Landers-Roberts Music / April Music Inc. (ASCAP)