Early in the morning, factory whistle blows
Man rises from bed and puts on his clothes
He takes his lunch and walks
Out in the morning light
It's the working, the working
It's the working life
Through 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
It's 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 you better believe, boy
Somebody's gonna get hurt tonight
It's the working, the working
Just the working life
Early in the morning, factory whistle blows
Man rises from bed and puts on his clothes
He takes his lunch and walks
Out in the morning light
It's the working, the working
Just the working life
It's the working, the working
Just the working life
It's the working, the working
Just the working life
Lucinda Williams - Factory Lyrics
Lucinda Williams - Factory Lyrics
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Early in the morning, factory whistle blows
Man rises from bed and puts on his clothes
He takes his lunch and walks
Out in the morning light
It's the working, the working
It's the working life
Through 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
It's 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 you better believe, boy
Somebody's gonna get hurt tonight
It's the working, the working
Just the working life
Early in the morning, factory whistle blows
Man rises from bed and puts on his clothes
He takes his lunch and walks
Out in the morning light
It's the working, the working
Just the working life
It's the working, the working
Just the working life
It's the working, the working
Just the working life
Man rises from bed and puts on his clothes
He takes his lunch and walks
Out in the morning light
It's the working, the working
It's the working life
Through 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
It's 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 you better believe, boy
Somebody's gonna get hurt tonight
It's the working, the working
Just the working life
Early in the morning, factory whistle blows
Man rises from bed and puts on his clothes
He takes his lunch and walks
Out in the morning light
It's the working, the working
Just the working life
It's the working, the working
Just the working life
It's the working, the working
Just the working life
Writer: Bridget A Regan, David R King, Dennis Casey, George Edward Schwindt, Matthew A Hensley, Nathen Maxwell, Robert Anthony Schmidt
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management