A weavery life is like an engine,
Coming around the mountain steep;
You'll hit your ups and downs a-plenty,
Then at night you cannot sleep;
Very often flag your fixer,
When his head is bending low:
You may think that he is loafing,
But he's doing the best he knows.
Soon we'll end (soon we'll end)
This life of weaving (life of weaving),
Soon we'll reach (soon we'll reach)
A better shore (a better shore),
Where we'll rest (where we'll rest)
From filling batteries (filling batteries);
We won't have to weave (to weave)
For the boss no more (for the boss no more).
Most every day I meet some stranger
Says he'd love to learn to weave;
And so I feel it is my duty,
To teach him how the weavers weave.
I show him how to fix his breakouts
And loop or spin a thousand or more;
It's just before I quit my talking,
He sure won't crave to weave no more.
Soon we'll end (soon we'll end)
This life of weaving (life of weaving),
Soon we'll reach (soon we'll reach)
A better shore (a better shore),
Where we'll rest (where we'll rest)
From filling batteries (filling batteries);
We won't have to weave (to weave)
For the boss no more (for the boss no more).
My weavery life is like a death train,
Highballing hog-wild in a storm and rain;
It carries my kinfolks and my loved ones
From our cradle station to our graves;
That company yardbull screws the lids down,
And the breakman seals these doors up tight;
There's no way out from this weaveroom factory
Till God's great morning breaks its light.
Soon we'll end (soon we'll end)
This life of weaving (life of weaving),
Soon we'll reach (soon we'll reach)
A better shore (a better shore),
Where we'll rest (where we'll rest)
From filling batteries (filling batteries);
We won't have to weave (to weave)
For the boss no more (for the boss no more).
Coming around the mountain steep;
You'll hit your ups and downs a-plenty,
Then at night you cannot sleep;
Very often flag your fixer,
When his head is bending low:
You may think that he is loafing,
But he's doing the best he knows.
Soon we'll end (soon we'll end)
This life of weaving (life of weaving),
Soon we'll reach (soon we'll reach)
A better shore (a better shore),
Where we'll rest (where we'll rest)
From filling batteries (filling batteries);
We won't have to weave (to weave)
For the boss no more (for the boss no more).
Most every day I meet some stranger
Says he'd love to learn to weave;
And so I feel it is my duty,
To teach him how the weavers weave.
I show him how to fix his breakouts
And loop or spin a thousand or more;
It's just before I quit my talking,
He sure won't crave to weave no more.
Soon we'll end (soon we'll end)
This life of weaving (life of weaving),
Soon we'll reach (soon we'll reach)
A better shore (a better shore),
Where we'll rest (where we'll rest)
From filling batteries (filling batteries);
We won't have to weave (to weave)
For the boss no more (for the boss no more).
My weavery life is like a death train,
Highballing hog-wild in a storm and rain;
It carries my kinfolks and my loved ones
From our cradle station to our graves;
That company yardbull screws the lids down,
And the breakman seals these doors up tight;
There's no way out from this weaveroom factory
Till God's great morning breaks its light.
Soon we'll end (soon we'll end)
This life of weaving (life of weaving),
Soon we'll reach (soon we'll reach)
A better shore (a better shore),
Where we'll rest (where we'll rest)
From filling batteries (filling batteries);
We won't have to weave (to weave)
For the boss no more (for the boss no more).
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