American Tobacco Company

Everyday 'round lunchtime I start daydreaming

My insides start screaming, wanting something more

And I come crashing

Back to reality

Before the walls close in on me

And crush me to the core

And I work my fingers to the bone

Just to have a little bit of something I can call my own

At the American Tobacco Company

At the American Tobacco Company

When I got home in the summer of '45

Not a single place was hiring, but my cousin knew a guy

Now I sit hear on a line

And watch these big machines

Crush my hopes and dreams

Into Pall Malls and Lucky Strikes

And I work my fingers to the bone

Just to have a little bit of something I can call my own

At the American Tobacco Company

At the American Tobacco Company

"Pull yourself up by the bootstraps," they say

You can live the American Dream

Well all those days I spent thinking in the South Pacific

Yeah this ain't how I thought that dream would be

Now every single morning I walk into this building

I think about my children, and the life they oughta lead

And I try my best

Not to look back

Just stare up at that smokestack

And my troubles fade away