Released: May 29, 1984
Songwriter: Bruce Springsteen
Producer: John Sherry The Flying Pickets
Early in the morning factory whistle blows
Man rises from bed and puts on his clothes
Man takes his lunch, walks out in the morning light
It's the work, the working, just the working life
The working, the working, just the working life
Through the mansions of fear, through the mansions of pain
See my daddy walking through them factory gates in the rain
Factory takes his hearing, factory gives him life
The working, the working, just the working life
The working, the working, just the working life
End of the day, factory whistle cries
Men walk through these gates with death in their eyes
And you just better believe somebody's gonna get hurt tonight
It's the working, the working, just the working life
The work, the work, the working life
Man rises from bed and puts on his clothes
Man takes his lunch, walks out in the morning light
It's the work, the working, just the working life
The working, the working, just the working life
Through the mansions of fear, through the mansions of pain
See my daddy walking through them factory gates in the rain
Factory takes his hearing, factory gives him life
The working, the working, just the working life
The working, the working, just the working life
End of the day, factory whistle cries
Men walk through these gates with death in their eyes
And you just better believe somebody's gonna get hurt tonight
It's the working, the working, just the working life
The work, the work, the working life
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