"Another Day At The Factory" lyrics

Course I done different jobs there, but when I
The last thing I done was I worked in the packing lines

Well, my old man worked his whole life, Morristown, Tennessee
Lifting them couches on the packing line for the Lea Industries
Now you might say it's low down, you might say it's defeat
But if it's good enough for my old man, it's good enough for me
And I sure as hell never saw myself here at thirty-three
But all them bills ain't gonna pay themselves, so let tomorrow bring
Another day at the factory
Another day at the factory
Another day at the factory
Another day at the factory

Well, I leave my house about sunrise at seven I punch that clock
Catch up with Lou for a second or two on my way out to the dock
There goes Morgan on the forklift, she really knows she's hot
Cool and calm and six feet tall, I ain't got no shot
So I clear my mind and I do my time until I have to leave
At five 'til five I start to come alive 'cause I'm finally free from
Another day at the factory
Another day at the factory

And it might be the death of me
Another day at the factory
And it might bring me to my knees
Another day at the factory
But when I'm old and low on time
You might find me asking
God if I could go back to my prime
And for another day at the factory