The Chemical Worker's Song - Ron Angel

    A process man am I and I'm telling you no lie
    I work and breathe among the fumes that trail across the sky
    There's thunder all around me and poison in the air
    There's a lousy smell that smacks of Hell and dust all in me hair

    And it's goo boy goo they'll time your ev'ry breath
    And every day you're in this place you're two days nearer death
    But yer goo

    I've worked among the spinners and I've breathed the oily smoke
    I've shovelled up the gypsum and it nigh on makes you choke
    I've stood knee deep in cyanide, gone sick with caustic burn
    Been working rough and seen enough to make your stomach turn

    [Repeat Chorus]

    There's overtime and bonus opportunities galore
    The young lads like the money and they all come back for more
    But soon you're knocking on and look older than you should
    For every bob made on the job you pay with flesh and blood

    [Repeat Chorus]

    © 1964 by Ron Angel


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