Lyrics
[bass]
[instrumental intro]
[catchy hook]
[Verse 1]
"Woke up".. this morning, the sun was shining bright,
But I'm headed to the factory, where I work all night,
My hands are rough and calloused, from the steel and the grind,
Every day is a struggle, can't leave the work behind.
[pre-chorus]
Punch that clock, the whistle blows,
Eight hours more, and the tension grows,
I’m sweating and straining, for that weekly pay,
But when the weekend comes, it's already slipped away.
[Chorus]
Factory blues, working my life away,
No money in my pocket, come the end of the day,
Factory blues, just trying to survive,
No time for loving, in this nine-to-five.
[guitar riff]
[Verse 2]
I've got a girl, she's waiting, but my wallet's always thin,
Dreams of taking her dancing, but I never can win,
My heart is full of sorrow, my soul is feeling tired,
Every day I'm wishing, for a life that's inspired.
[pre-chorus]
Punch that clock, the whistle blows,
Eight hours more, and the tension grows,
I’m sweating and straining, for that weekly pay,
But when the weekend comes, it's already slipped away.
[Chorus]
Factory blues, working my life away,
No money in my pocket, come the end of the day,
Factory blues, just trying to survive,
No time for loving, in this nine-to-five.
[continue]
[Bridge]
I see those shiny cars rolling off the line,
But my old beat-up Chevy, it barely drives fine,
I work and I toil, for somebody’s dream,
But my own aspirations, they’re bursting at the seams.
[guitar solo]
[pre-chorus]
Punch that clock, the whistle blows,
Eight hours more, and the tension grows,
I’m sweating and straining, for that weekly pay,
But when the weekend comes, it's already slipped away.
[Chorus]
Factory blues, working my life away,
No money in my pocket, come the end of the day,
Factory blues, just trying to survive,
No time for loving, in this nine-to-five.
[end]
