the factory

Lyrics

i can't say that he loved his work, but he fed a family of nine, papa never heard of union, he logged his scale in time, but he was a lucky man, at least he had a job, down at the fact'ry, 40 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 fact'ry, sometimes through the walls at night, i'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 fact'ry", 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 fact'ry, 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 fact'ry, sometimes when it's late at night, i 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, and, thank you, lord, for my job, down at the fact'ry", we got more than some, at least i got a job, down at the fact'ry