Michael Jerling
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Factory Town
c1977 by Michael JerlingFrom the album Early Jerling
Papa told me you'll wind up a bum Whatcha gonna do with your life, do Mama scolds me, she don't like us fightin' And she says the boy's alright Late afternoon at the Hide-a-While Bar Ray jams with the jukebox on pool cue guitar The truckers gear down for the Ninth Street hill With the roar of diesel, steel against steel Franco and Willy are just hangin' round Waitin' for the unemployment checks to run out Smoke themselves silly, go cruisin' the town Whatcha gonna do tonight, do At three o'clock up on high school hill The sidewalk unfolds to the boys and the girls With hungry hands and a hijacked limousine You've got a fire in your head and a secret in your jeans Papa told me, you'll wind up a bum Whatcha gonna do with your life, do Mama scolds me, she don't like us fightin' And she says the boy's alright There's a life to be made for a good union man You can work by the hour and work with your hands Logging overtime towards that sweet Promised Land At the wheel of your new Chevrolet The wheel of your new Chevrolet Factory Town, gotta river for a soul Gotta a fist full of iron and a belly full of coal You smell like hell, you're dirty and you're cold But I swear you still feel like home
