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The Factory - text

I can´t say that he loved his work but he fed a family of nine
Papa never heard of a union, he logges his scale in time
But he was a lucky man
At least he had a job down at the factory

Forty years cut across his back fightin´ it tooth and nail
Work was hard enough to make a man forget his fear of hell
He was a thankful man
He had a job down at the factory

Sometimes through the walls at night l´d hear him on his knees
Prayin´, Lord, please help me through another day
Give me strength and bless this house, this family of mine
And thank you, Lord, for my job down at the factory

It´s hard for a man to build a life on a miller´s pay
But like father, just like son, at least I could pay my way
I´m a lucky man
I´ve got a job down at the factory

As I put my kids to bed, wonder what´s in store
Ask the Lord for a better way ´cause they deserve much more
Than to raise their own
With just a job down at the factory

Sometimes when it´s late at night l get down on my knees
Prayin´, Lord, please help me through another day
And give me strength and bless this house, this family of mine
Thank you, Lord, for my job down at the factory

We´ve got more than some
At least I got a job down at the factory

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