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Factory Girl - Lyrics & Chords

 

Am 
No  more shall I work in the  factory,
Em 
Greasy up my  clothes;
Am 
No  more shall I work in the fact ory
G7 
With  splinters in my  toes.

Chorus:

Em 
Pity me my darling, pity me I  say;
Am  G7 
Pity me my  darling, and  carry me  away.

No more shall I hear the bosses say,
"Boys, you'd better daulf,"
No more shall I hear those bosses say,
"Spinners, you'd better clean off."

No more shall I hear the drummer wheels
A-rolling over my  head,
When factories are hard at work,
I'll be in my bed.

No more shall I hear the whistle blow,
To call me up so soon;
No more shall I hear the whistle blow,
To call me from my home.

No more shall I see the super come,
All dressed up so proud;
For I know I'll marry a country boy
Before the year is out.

No more shall I wear the old black dress,
Greasy all around;
No more shall I wear the old black bonnet
With holes all  in the crown.

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