[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]
