Smokey Factory Blues

Capo: 3rd fret [Verse 1] D Early in the misty, misty morning D Heading for another freeway jam D Sleepy eyed and shivering D Waking up and wishing D It was Sunday. I wish it was Sunday [Verse 2] D On the radio they're playing love songs D Songs that make me want to turn around D Factory gates are up ahead D I wish that I was home in bed D With you, my love, back home with you, my love Chorus A But I work to make a living G D And I work without a break A And I work when I am sleeping G D And I work when I'm awake A Yes, and I'd like to leave the city G D But I can't afford the move A And I think I'm goin' under G D With those way down low down smokey factory blues [Verse 3] D I was born a lover, not a worker D Money doesn't smell like sweet perfume D Some of us feel out of place D With engine oil upon our face D Believe me, you'd better believe me Chorus A But I work to make a living G D And I work without a break A And I work when I am sleeping G D And I work when I'm awake A Yes, and I'd like to leave the city G D But I can't afford the move A And I think I'm goin' under G D With those way down low down smokey factory blues Chorus A Yes I work to make a living G D And I work without a break A And I work when I am sleeping G D And I work when I'm awake A Yes, and I'd like to leave the city (Begin Fading Out) G D But I can't afford the move A And I think I'm goin' under G D With those way down low down smokey factory blues