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Smokey Factory Blues

Blues da fábrica enfumaçada

Early in the misty, misty morning Early in the misty, misty morning Cedo, na manhã nublada Headin' for another freeway jam Headin' for another freeway jam Indo para outro engarrafamento Sleepy eyed and shivering Sleepy eyed and shivering Com sono e tremendo Waking up and wishing it was Sunday Waking up and wishing it was Sunday Acordando e desejando que fosse domingo I wish it was Sunday. I wish it was Sunday. Eu queria que fosse domingo. On the radio they're playin' love songs. On the radio they're playin' love songs. No radio estão tocando músicas de amor Songs that make me want to turn around Songs that make me want to turn around Músicas que me fazem querer dar meia-volta Fact'ry gates are up ahead Fact'ry gates are up ahead Portões de fábrica à minha frente I wish that I was home in bed with you, my love, I wish that I was home in bed with you, my love, Eu queria estar em casa, na cama com você, meu amor, Back home with you, my love. Back home with you, my love. Em casa com você, meu amor. But I work to make a living But I work to make a living Mas eu trabalho pra viver And I work without a break And I work without a break E eu trabalho sem parar And I work when I am sleeping And I work when I am sleeping E eu trabalho quando estou dormindo And I work when I'm awake And I work when I'm awake E eu trabalho quando estou acordado Yes, and I'd like to leave the city Yes, and I'd like to leave the city Sim, e eu queria deixar a cidade But I can't afford the move But I can't afford the move Mas não posso pagar a mudança And I think I'm goin' under And I think I'm goin' under E eu acho que estou afundando With those way down low down With those way down low down Ficando pra baixo, muito baixo Smokey fact'ry blues. Smokey fact'ry blues. Blues da fábrica enfumaçada I was born a lover not a worker. I was born a lover not a worker. Eu nasci um amante, não um operário. Money doesn't smell like sweet perfume Money doesn't smell like sweet perfume Dinheiro não cheira como perfume Some of us feel out of place Some of us feel out of place Alguns de nós não se sentem bem With engine oil upon our face. With engine oil upon our face. Com olho de motor no nosso rosto Believe me, you better believe me. Believe me, you better believe me. Acredite em mim, é melhor acreditar

Composição: Albert Hammond/Mike Hazelwood





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