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Albert Hammond It Never Rains in Southern California Smokey Factory Blues 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... |
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