Thursday, August 23, 2007

Factory Girl

So, the factory girl she listens
For the sound of her daddys engine
Till the work bell sounds and she leaves town

Oh, the summers here are hot
All she seems to do is work and sleep
I wish that she was still with you

Now you dont know where she is
Lying in her mothers bed
Or who shes sleeping with.

Oh, the kids will laugh at her
Cause she seems so sweet and pure
Oh, I took this shift because of her.

Oh, Ive never said a word
I once smiled and looked at her
Till the shift-boss said get back to work.

Now you dont know where she is
Or whos bed shes sleepin in
Or what man shes sleeping with.

Whiskeytown, Faithless Street

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