I can't say that he loved his work but he fed a family of nine. Papa never heard of a union, he logged his scale in time. But he was a lucky man. At least he had a job down at the factory.
Chorus:. I'll still see you walking, silently. Through the shadows in my mind. A vision of your sweet blue eyes. Creeps into my dreamful sleep at night.
They say this drinkin' will kill me. I don't know, oh Lord, it might be true. If I stop I'll just die from your leavin'. So either way that I go, it's 'cause of you.