Factory Line Whistle
Dark Delta Blues, smoky juke joint at midnight, slide guitar crying, raspy blues vocal, minimal percussion, hypnotic groove, swamp atmosphere, emotional storytelling, old southern blues tradition, raw acoustic sound, cinematic and melancholic
Factory Line Whistle
Dark Delta Blues, smoky juke joint at midnight, slide guitar crying, raspy blues vocal, minimal percussion, hypnotic groove, swamp atmosphere, emotional storytelling, old southern blues tradition, raw acoustic sound, cinematic and melancholic
Lyrics
Title: “Factory Line Blues”
Intro
(Slow slide guitar, dusty harmonica)
Yeah…
Lord, that whistle blow at five AM…
Another day down at the factory line…
Verse 1
I wake before the sunrise, steel-toe boots on my feet
Cold wind through the alley, same old broken street
Boss man holler loud, says “Boy, don’t waste my time”
But my back done turned to stone on that factory line
Pre-Chorus
Sweat fall like rain
Pay comes up short again
Chorus
Factory line blues, work my whole life through
Break my bones for pennies, tell me what a poor man do
Saturday whiskey burning, Sunday cards gone bad
Factory line blues, hardest life I ever had
Verse 2
Punch clock keep on ticking like a hammer in my head
Smoke stacks touch the heavens while my dreams lay dead
Foreman got a Cadillac, I can’t pay my rent
Every dollar that I make already done been spent
Guitar Solo
(Dirty Delta slide guitar solo — emotional, raw, expressive bends, vintage tube amp tone, slow blues groove)
Verse 3
Friday night at Rosie's, bottle on the table round
Ace looked mighty pretty till the dealer laid me down
Lost my week's wages underneath that yellow light
Still I kept on laughing just to make it through the night
Bridge
Whiskey in my bloodstream
Devil in my hand
Cards keep falling wrong
Like this cursed working man
Chorus
Factory line blues, work my whole life through
Break my bones for pennies, tell me what a poor man do
Saturday whiskey burning, Sunday cards gone bad
Factory line blues, hardest life I ever had
Outro
(Slow fading slide guitar and harmonica)
Monday morning coming…
Whistle screaming once again…
Lord…
I swear this factory gonna be the death of me…
(Long emotional guitar fade-out)