The Factory (Kenny Rogers)

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