Factory Bruce Springsteen
[C]Early in the morning factory [F]whistle bl[C]ows,
Man rises from bed and puts [G]on his clothes,
[C]Man takes his lunch, walks out in the [F]morning [C]light,
It's the working, the [G]working, just the w[F]orking l[C]ife.
Through the mansions of fear, through the [F]mansions of [C]pain,
I see my daddy walking through them factory [G]gates in the rain,
F[C]actory takes his hearing, factory g[F]ives him l[C]ife,
The working, the wo[G]rking, just the wor[F]king li[C]fe.
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End of the day, factory w[F]histle c[C]ries,
Men walk through these gates with d[G]eath in their eyes.
[C]And you just better believe, boy, somebody's gonna get [F]hurt to[C]night,
It's the working, the w[G]orking, just the wor[F]king l[C]ife.
'Cause it's the working, the w[G]orking, just the wo[F]rking l[C]ife.
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