Hammond-Hazelwood
Early in the misty, misty morning
Heading for another freeway jam
Sleepy eyed and shivering
Waking up and wishing
It was Sunday. I wish it was Sunday
On the radio they're playing love songs
Songs that make me want to turn around
Factory gates are up ahead
I wish that I was home in bed
With you, my love, back home with you, my love
But I work to make a living
And I work without a break
And I work when I am sleeping
And I work when I'm awake
Yes, and I'd like to leave the city
But I can't afford the move
And I think I'm goin' under
With those way down low down smokey factory blues
I was born a lover, not a worker
Money doesn't smell like sweet perfume
Some of us feel out of place
With engine oil upon our face
Believe me, you'd better believe me
And I work to make a living
And I work without a break
And I work when I am sleeping
And I work when I'm awake
Yes, and I'd like to leave the city
But I can't afford the move
And I think I'm goin' under
With those way down low down smokey factory blues
Yes, and I work to make a living
And I work without a break
And I work when I am sleeping
And I work when I'm awake
Yes, and I'd like to leave the city...
1 | The Free Electric Band |
2 | Down by the River |
3 | Free Electric Band |
4 | Rebecca |
5 | Everything I Want to Do |
6 | Nosotros |
7 | Scared |
8 | Dime Queen Of Nevada |
9 | Mary Hot Lips Arizona |
10 | Tangled Up In Tears |