Early in the morning factory whistle blows
Man rises from bed and puts on his clothes
Man takes his lunch, walks out in the morning light
It's the working, the working, just the working life
Through the mansions of fear, through the mansions of pain
I see my daddy walking through them factory gates in the rain
Factory takes his hearing, factory gives him life
The working, the working, just the working life
End of the day, factory whistle cries
Men walk through these gates with death in their eyes
And you just better believe, boy
Somebody's gonna get hurt tonight
It's the working, the working, just the working life
Oh it's the working, the working, just the working life
Uh hmm hmm hmm hmm hmm
Uh hmm hmm hmm hmm hmm
Uh hmm hmm hmm hmm hmm
Uh hmm hmm hmm hmm hmm
Bruce Springsteen - Factory Lyrics
Bruce Springsteen - Factory Lyrics
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Early in the morning factory whistle blows
Man rises from bed and puts on his clothes
Man takes his lunch, walks out in the morning light
It's the working, the working, just the working life
Through the mansions of fear, through the mansions of pain
I see my daddy walking through them factory gates in the rain
Factory takes his hearing, factory gives him life
The working, the working, just the working life
End of the day, factory whistle cries
Men walk through these gates with death in their eyes
And you just better believe, boy
Somebody's gonna get hurt tonight
It's the working, the working, just the working life
Oh it's the working, the working, just the working life
Uh hmm hmm hmm hmm hmm
Uh hmm hmm hmm hmm hmm
Uh hmm hmm hmm hmm hmm
Uh hmm hmm hmm hmm hmm
Man rises from bed and puts on his clothes
Man takes his lunch, walks out in the morning light
It's the working, the working, just the working life
Through the mansions of fear, through the mansions of pain
I see my daddy walking through them factory gates in the rain
Factory takes his hearing, factory gives him life
The working, the working, just the working life
End of the day, factory whistle cries
Men walk through these gates with death in their eyes
And you just better believe, boy
Somebody's gonna get hurt tonight
It's the working, the working, just the working life
Oh it's the working, the working, just the working life
Uh hmm hmm hmm hmm hmm
Uh hmm hmm hmm hmm hmm
Uh hmm hmm hmm hmm hmm
Uh hmm hmm hmm hmm hmm
Writer: Bruce Springsteen
Copyright: Lyrics © Downtown Music Publishing
Copyright: Lyrics © Downtown Music Publishing