Rita Connolly - Factory Girl/Same Old Man | Текст песни

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• Rita Connolly
• Factory Girl/Same Old Man

a) Factory Girl

Well I ain't gonna work in the factory
And greasy-up my clothes
I ain't gonna work in the factory
And splinters in my toes
Pity me my darlin'
Pity me I say
Pity me my darlin'
And carry my blues away

And I ain't gonna hear that old spinnin' wheel
Rollin' round my head
When other girls is hard at work
I'll be home in bed
Pity me my darlin'
Pity me I say
Pity me my darlin'
And carry my blues away

And I ain't gonna work in the factory
And greasy-up my clothes
I ain't gonna work in the factory
And splinters in my toes
Pity me my darling'
Pity me I say
Pity me my darlin'
And carry my blues away

b) Same Old Man

Chorus:
Same old man workin' at the mill
Mill turns around of its own free will
With a hand in the hopper and the other in the sack
Ladies step forward and the gents fall back

Down flew an owl with its head all white
Lonesome day and a lonesome night
Thought I heard a pretty girl say
Court all night and you sleep next day

Chorus

Well then said the raven as she flew
If I was a young one I'd have two
One for to fetch and the other for to sew
I'd have a string for my bow, bow, bow

Chorus

And my old man's in Kalamazoo
And he don't wear no yes I do
First to the left and then to the right
This old mill grinds day and night

Chorus

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