The Longest Johns - Chemical workers song

A ^Dmprocess man am ^FI and I'm ^Dmtelling you no lie. I ^Dmwork and breathe ^Famong the fumes that ^Dmtrail across the ^Csky, There's ^Dmthunder all ^Caround me and a ^Fpoison in the ^Dmair. There's a ^Dmlousy smell that ^Fsmacks of hell, and ^Dmdust all ^Cin me ^Dmhair.

And it's ^Dmgo, ^Cboys ^Dmgo, they'll ^Ftime your every ^Dmbreath. And ^Fevery day you're ^Dmin this place, you're ^Ftwo days ^Cnearer ^Dmdeath, but you ^Dmgo.

I've ^Dmworked among the ^Fspinners and breathed ^Dmin the oily smoke. I've ^Dmshovelled up the ^Fgypsum and it ^Dmnigh-on makes you ^Cchoke. I've ^Dmstood knee-deep in ^Ccyanide, been ^Fsick with a caustic ^Cburn. 'been ^Dmworking rough and '^Fseen enough to ^Dmmake your ^Cstomach ^Dmturn.

And it's ^Dmgo, ^Cboys ^Dmgo, they'll ^Ftime your every ^Dmbreath. And ^Fevery day you're ^Dmin this place, you're ^Ftwo days ^Cnearer ^Dmdeath, but you ^Dmgo.

There's ^Dmovertime and ^Fbonus oppor^Dmtunities galore. The ^Dmyoung lads like their ^Fmoney, and they ^Dmall come back for ^Cmore. but ^Dmsoon you're knocking ^Con, and you look ^Folder than you ^Cshould. For ^Dmevery bob made ^Fon this job you ^Dmpay with ^Cflesh and ^Dmblood.

And it's ^Dmgo, ^Cboys ^Dmgo, they'll ^Ftime your every ^Dmbreath. And ^Fevery day you're ^Dmin this place, you're ^Ftwo days ^Cnearer ^Dmdeath, but you ^Dmgo.

And it's ^Dmgo, ^Cboys ^Dmgo, they'll ^Ftime your every ^Dmbreath. And ^Fevery day you're ^Dmin this place, you're ^Ftwo days ^Cnearer ^Dmdeath, but you ^Dmgo.