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Early in the misty, misty morning
Headin' 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 playin' 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 better believe me
- Album:
- Miscellaneous
- It Never Rains in Southern California
- Non-Album Releases
- P4 Den aller beste sommermusikken
- When I Need You
- When I Need You / Somewhere In America
- Songbook 2013 (Live in Wilhelmshaven)
- 99 Miles From L.A.
- Somewhere In America
- I Guess I Really Had It Coming
- Legend II
- Songsmith
- L’air D’amour
- It Never Rains in Southern California - The Very Best Of
- Your World and My World
- Les Plus Grands Moments Country
- Legend
- New York Collection, 1972
- Block Buster Oldies (disc 3)
- Greatest Hits