The Factory

I can't say that he loved his work

But he fed a family of nine

Papa never heard of union

He logged his scale in time

But he was a lucky man

At least he had a job

Down at the fact'ry

40 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 fact'ry

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 fact'ry"

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 fact'ry

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

And, thank you, lord, for my job

Down at the fact'ry"

We got more than some

At least I got a job

Down at the fact'ry