I remember well when I was but a child of
Annie's up at seven on a work dayBrewing up a
She was riding on the airline leafing through their magazineThey
The baby blinks her eyes as the sun falls from
I guess it must say somethingThat I was the last
All my lifeWorking at the factoryThe pay looked mighty good
You hear so many rumors sometimes you get confusedBut I
In the stillness of the alley waits a man with
I remember the manRising early in the morningSmelling of starch
High school daydreams come easy and freeWhen you're a working
Ooh I can't get out of bedLet's stay at home
Brick and wood, mortar and planeLabor's love, a little faithYou
I pull out the choke, pump hard on the gasOh,
In nineteen thirty-who at a zoo in Los Angelesa polar
The neighbor up the road brought the messageJoe and May
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