The Factory Girl - The House Band

Waiting for a girl who's got curlers in her hair Waiting for a girl she has no money anywhere We get buses everywhere Waiting for a factory girl Waiting for a girl and her knees are much too fat Waiting for a girl who wears scarves instead of hats Her zipper's broken down the back Waiting for a factory girl Waiting for a girl and she gets me into fights Waiting for a girl we get drunk on Friday night She's a sight for sore eyes Waiting for a factory girl Waiting for a girl and she's got stains all down her dress Waiting for a girl and my feet are getting wet She ain't come out yet Waiting for a factory girl

All the things that I ran from I now bring as close to me as I can Ripping hotel sheets with gritted teeth My montage of lost things, my Shining trinkets of grief Why don't you give me a call? Open my mouth, yes, I'll take it all And all this work gone to waste You make me climb, then you shut the gate

I can't say that he loved his work but he fed a family of nine Papa never heard of a union, he logged his scale in time But he was a lucky man At least he had a job down at the factory Forty 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 factory 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 factory" 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 factory 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 Thank you, Lord, for my job down at the factory" We've got more than some At least I got a job down at the factory

7-A What number is this to? 7-A Okay, don't get excited man, it's 'cause I'm short, I know Oh, I could hide 'neath the wings Of the bluebird as she sings The six-o'clock alarm would never ring But six rings and I rise Wipe the sleep out of my eyes The shaving razor's cold and it stings Cheer up sleepy Jean Oh, what can it mean to a Daydream believer and a Homecoming queen? You once thought of me As a white knight on his steed Now you know how happy I can be Oh, our good time starts and ends Without all I want to spend But how much, baby, do we really need? Cheer up sleepy Jean Oh, what can it mean to a Daydream believer and a Homecoming queen? Cheer up sleepy Jean Oh, what can it mean to a Daydream believer and a Homecoming queen? Cheer up sleepy Jean Oh, what can it mean to a Daydream believer and a Homecoming queen? Cheer up sleepy Jean Oh, what can it mean to a Daydream believer and a Homecoming queen? Cheer up, sleepy Jean