paroles de chanson The Factory - Kenny Rogers
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
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