The Idiot
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โฑ๏ธ 3:49 duration
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๐ Lyrics
I often take these night shift walks
When the foreman's not around
I turn my back on the cooling stacks
And make for open ground
Far out beyond the tank-farm fence
Where the gas flare makes no sound
I forget the stink and I always think
Back to that Eastern town
I remember back six years ago
This western life I chose
And every day the news would say
Some factory's going to close
Well, I could have stayed to take the dole
But I'm not one of those
I take nothing free, and that makes me
An idiot, I suppose
So I bid farewell to the Eastern town
I never more will see
But work I must so I eat this dust
And breathe refinery
Oh, I miss the green and the woods and streams
And I don't like cowboy clothes
But I like being free and that makes me
An idiot, I suppose
So come all you fine young fellows
Who've been beaten to the ground
This western life's no paradise
But it's better than lying down
Oh, the streets aren't clean, and there's nothing green
And the hills are dirty brown
But the government dole will rot your soul
Back there in your hometown
So bid farewell to the Eastern town
You never more will see
There's self-respect and a steady cheque
In this refinery
You will miss the green and the woods and streams
And the dust will fill your nose
But you'll be free, and just like me
An idiot, I suppose
When the foreman's not around
I turn my back on the cooling stacks
And make for open ground
Far out beyond the tank-farm fence
Where the gas flare makes no sound
I forget the stink and I always think
Back to that Eastern town
I remember back six years ago
This western life I chose
And every day the news would say
Some factory's going to close
Well, I could have stayed to take the dole
But I'm not one of those
I take nothing free, and that makes me
An idiot, I suppose
So I bid farewell to the Eastern town
I never more will see
But work I must so I eat this dust
And breathe refinery
Oh, I miss the green and the woods and streams
And I don't like cowboy clothes
But I like being free and that makes me
An idiot, I suppose
So come all you fine young fellows
Who've been beaten to the ground
This western life's no paradise
But it's better than lying down
Oh, the streets aren't clean, and there's nothing green
And the hills are dirty brown
But the government dole will rot your soul
Back there in your hometown
So bid farewell to the Eastern town
You never more will see
There's self-respect and a steady cheque
In this refinery
You will miss the green and the woods and streams
And the dust will fill your nose
But you'll be free, and just like me
An idiot, I suppose
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:05.88] I often take these night shift walks
[00:08.87] When the foreman's not around
[00:12.08] I turn my back on the cooling stacks
[00:14.83] And make for open ground
[00:17.72] Far out beyond the tank-farm fence
[00:20.83] Where the gas flare makes no sound
[00:23.75] I forget the stink and I always think
[00:26.75] Back to that Eastern town
[00:30.28]
[00:31.19] I remember back six years ago
[00:34.23] This western life I chose
[00:37.44] And every day the news would say
[00:40.13] Some factory's going to close
[00:43.18] Well, I could have stayed to take the dole
[00:46.25] But I'm not one of those
[00:49.17] I take nothing free, and that makes me
[00:52.33] An idiot, I suppose
[00:54.78]
[00:54.98] So I bid farewell to the Eastern town
[00:58.18] I never more will see
[01:01.18] But work I must so I eat this dust
[01:04.17] And breathe refinery
[01:07.09] Oh, I miss the green and the woods and streams
[01:10.13] And I don't like cowboy clothes
[01:13.14] But I like being free and that makes me
[01:16.43] An idiot, I suppose
[01:19.40]
[01:44.61] So come all you fine young fellows
[01:47.31] Who've been beaten to the ground
[01:50.72] This western life's no paradise
[01:53.77] But it's better than lying down
[01:56.76] Oh, the streets aren't clean, and there's nothing green
[01:59.84] And the hills are dirty brown
[02:02.84] But the government dole will rot your soul
[02:05.80] Back there in your hometown
[02:08.64]
[02:08.71] So bid farewell to the Eastern town
[02:11.83] You never more will see
[02:14.92] There's self-respect and a steady cheque
[02:17.88] In this refinery
[02:20.88] You will miss the green and the woods and streams
[02:23.95] And the dust will fill your nose
[02:27.00] But you'll be free, and just like me
[02:30.13] An idiot, I suppose
[02:32.98]
[00:08.87] When the foreman's not around
[00:12.08] I turn my back on the cooling stacks
[00:14.83] And make for open ground
[00:17.72] Far out beyond the tank-farm fence
[00:20.83] Where the gas flare makes no sound
[00:23.75] I forget the stink and I always think
[00:26.75] Back to that Eastern town
[00:30.28]
[00:31.19] I remember back six years ago
[00:34.23] This western life I chose
[00:37.44] And every day the news would say
[00:40.13] Some factory's going to close
[00:43.18] Well, I could have stayed to take the dole
[00:46.25] But I'm not one of those
[00:49.17] I take nothing free, and that makes me
[00:52.33] An idiot, I suppose
[00:54.78]
[00:54.98] So I bid farewell to the Eastern town
[00:58.18] I never more will see
[01:01.18] But work I must so I eat this dust
[01:04.17] And breathe refinery
[01:07.09] Oh, I miss the green and the woods and streams
[01:10.13] And I don't like cowboy clothes
[01:13.14] But I like being free and that makes me
[01:16.43] An idiot, I suppose
[01:19.40]
[01:44.61] So come all you fine young fellows
[01:47.31] Who've been beaten to the ground
[01:50.72] This western life's no paradise
[01:53.77] But it's better than lying down
[01:56.76] Oh, the streets aren't clean, and there's nothing green
[01:59.84] And the hills are dirty brown
[02:02.84] But the government dole will rot your soul
[02:05.80] Back there in your hometown
[02:08.64]
[02:08.71] So bid farewell to the Eastern town
[02:11.83] You never more will see
[02:14.92] There's self-respect and a steady cheque
[02:17.88] In this refinery
[02:20.88] You will miss the green and the woods and streams
[02:23.95] And the dust will fill your nose
[02:27.00] But you'll be free, and just like me
[02:30.13] An idiot, I suppose
[02:32.98]