"Line #7" lyrics

Line No. 7 that's what they call me
I'm a press at the Budd steel-stamping factory
Built on the east side in 1919
Been part of many a man's American dream
Pressin' out them bumpers, fenders, chassis and doors
Except for a few years around '44 when I
Switched to munitions to help our fighting boys
Proud of the part I played in that Great War

But things change
And after 87 years, I guess
It's time to turn the page

Gonna miss the laughter and the noise
Comin' off that blood, sweat, and tear-stained factory floor
Gonna miss all them good ol' motor city boys
Cause this is my last night
My last night in Detroit

The same hands that worked them levers year after year
Are the same ones that tore me down gear by gear
But I sure do appreciate the pride and the care
That went into loading me in these semis sitting here
Not sure what I'll find when I get down there below
You know I can't say I know too much about Mexico
But it seems strange to me to be reassembled so
We can ship back the same parts we were makin' here at home

But things change
And after 87 years, I guess
It's time to turn the page

Gonna miss the laughter and the noise
Comin' off that blood, sweat, and tear-stained factory floor
Gonna miss all them good ol' motor city boys
Cause this is my last night
My last night in Detroit

I'm gonna miss the laughter and the noise
Comin' off that blood, sweat, and tear-stained factory floor
Gonna miss all them good ol' motor city boys
Cause this is my last night
My last night in Detroit

Line No. 7 that's what they call me
I'm a press at the Budd steel-stamping factory
Built on the east side in 1919
Been part of many of a man's American dream

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