Bj Barham American Tobacco Company
[Verse 1]
Everyday 'round lunchtime I start daydreaming
My insides start screaming, wanting something more
And I come crashing
Back to reality
Before the walls crash in on me
And crush me to the core
[Chorus]
And I work my fingers to the bone
Just to have a little bit of something I can call my own
At the American Tobacco Company
At the American Tobacco Company
[Verse 2]
When I got home in the summer of '45
Not a single place was hiring, but my cousin knew a guy
Now I sit hear on a line
And watch these big machines
Crush my hopes and dreams
Into Pall Malls and Lucky Strikes
[Chorus]
And I work my fingers to the bone
Just to have a little bit of something I can call my own
At the American Tobacco Company
At the American Tobacco Company
[Bridge]
"Pull yourself up by the bootstraps," they say
You can live the American Dream
Well all those days I spent thinking in the South Pacific
Yeah this ain't how I thought that dream would be
[Verse 3]
Now every single morning I walk into this building
I think about my children, and the life they oughta lead
And I try my best
Not to look back
Just stare up at that smokestack
And my troubles fade away