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Lyrics
[Verse]
Down by the river where the smokestacks rise,
I spent my years, though it weren't no prize.
Seven to midnight, with a wrench in my hand,
Grease on my heart, sweat soaking the land.
[Verse 2]
A whistle would blow, and we'd shuffle our feet,
Steel-toed boots worn down by the heat.
Pushing that line, piece by cursed piece,
Dreaming of Sundays and a moment of peace.
[Chorus]
Factory blues, painted in rust,
Broke my back, but it built my trust.
Sweat and tears in every bolt and chain,
That old factory echoes in my veins.
[Verse 3]
Johnny lost a finger, and Bill lost his fight,
Under the sodium glow of the factory light.
My hands are callused, my spirit's worn thin,
But the tales of that floor still live in my skin.
[Verse 4]
Pockets were light, but pride was heavy,
We kept that line hummin', steady and ready.
The dirt and the grime, it all made me whole,
The mornings were cruel, but they tempered my soul.
[Bridge]
Now the factory's closed, the machines all still,
The tracks of our labor, erased by a hill.
But the nights still whisper, through the sweat and the hurt,
The ghosts of the line, covered in dirt.
Details
GeneratedMay 19, 2025
Duration3:19
LanguageEnglish
Style
male vocals, melodic, country, acoustic, slow, slow tempo
Credits
Prompt by
SirSpoob
SirSpoobModelAria v4
Prompt
A slow 70’s style country song, old man is singing about his time on the line at an old factory job that left him sore, sweaty, and covered in dirt
