Factory Kid

Oh eighty odd years

I've spent in my head my friend

My minds still working the mill

Churnin’ and slavin’ again

Churnin’ and slavin’ again


Oh was a factory kid,

Spinning and spooling that thread

A cold factory kid,

Coughing up dust and lint

My lungs had gone brown for a cent

Oh I would dream up ways

To break and play ball in town square,

But oh Ol ma and pa had been

Poor as a church mouse for years

The mill was my fate I feared

Oh all the twelve hour days

All the folks were just struggling to breathe

Oh all the years that I spent

All the things that I saw my friend

All the people I lost my friend

Wouldn't wish it upon ya my friend

All the change for some change

It all just broke me instead

All the change for some change

It all just broke me instead

Money ain't nothing but heartbreak and trouble

Money ain't nothin to me . . .