The Chemical Worker's Song (Cover) by Seth Staton Watkins

Описание: The Chemical Worker's Song (Cover) by Seth Staton Watkins

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The Chemical Workers’ Song (Process Man) is a song best known from the band Great Big Sea, and was originally written by the Teesside Fettlers, one of the premier English folk bands. The song condemns the harsh working conditions of the chemical workers in the 1960s and 1970s. It is another staple in a long list of folk songs that stand to represent and empower those who labor and toil away in harsh conditions that ought be made better.

If you want to sing along, here are the lyrics!
And it's go boys, go
They'll time your every breath
And every day you're in this place
You're two days nearer death
But you go
Well, a Process Man am I and I'm tellin' you no lie
I work and breathe among the fumes that trail across the sky
There's thunder all around me and there's poison in the air
There's a lousy smell that smacks of hell and dust all in me hair
And it's go boys, go
They'll time your every breath
And every day you're in this place
You're two days nearer death
But you go
Well, I've worked among the spinners, and I breathe the oily smoke
I've shovelled up the gypsum and it nigh on makes you choke
I've stood knee deep in cyanide, got sick with a caustic burn
Been workin' rough, I've seen enough to make your stomach turn
And it's go boys, go
They'll time your every breath
And every day you're in this place
You're two days nearer death
But you go
There's overtime and bonus opportunities galore
The young men like their money and they all come back for more
But soon you're knockin' on and you look older than you should
For every bob made on the job, you pay with flesh and blood
And it's go boys, go
They'll time your every breath
And every day you're in this place
You're two days nearer death
But you go
Well, a Process Man am I and I'm tellin' you no lie
I work and breathe among the fumes that trail across the sky
There's thunder all around me and there's poison in the air
There's a lousy smell that smacks of hell and dust all in me hair
And it's go boys, go
They'll time your every breath
And every day you're in this place
You're two days nearer death
And it's go boys, go
They'll time your every breath
And every day you're in this place
You're two days nearer death
But you go