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
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
