It's long way home, walk it every day.
It's long way home, a long way home.

It's long way home, walk it every day.
It's long way home, a long way home.

I worked the line
My whole life long;
Done everything right --
Worked proud and strong.
My hands and rough and gnarled,
Working my fingers bloody,
From building rugged cars
In this here factory.

It's long way home, walk it every day.
It's long way home, a long way home.

It's long way home, walk it every day.
It's long way home, a long way home.

The road is dirty,
Like the clothes I wear;
I've worked here thirty-
Five long hard years.
I've worked brutal hours
To put my kids through school;
But I couldn't be prouder
Of what I've built and hewed.

It's long way home, walk it every day.
It's long way home, a long way home.

It's long way home, walk it every day.
It's long way home, a long way home.

I work the night shift
At the factory;
We get the short shrift
From the bourgeoisie.
It's back breaking,
From dusk to dawn;
In bed I lie awake --
Will I get laid-off?

It's long way home, walk it every day.
It's long way home, a long way home.

It's long way home, walk it every day.
It's long way home, a long way home.

It's long way home, walk it every day.
It's long way home, a long way home.

It's long way home, walk it every day.
It's long way home, a long way home.