WEAVE ROOM BLUES



Working in a weave-room, fighting for my life

Trying to make a living for my kiddies and my wife

Some are needing clothing and some are needing shoes

But I'm getting nothing for them but the weave-room blues



I got the blues, I got the blues

I got them awful weave-room blues

I got the blues, the weave-room blues



With your looms a-slamming, shuttles bouncing on the floor

And when you flag your fixer, you can see that he is sore

I'm trying to make a living, but I think that I will lose

Cause I'm getting nothing but those weave-room blues



The harness eyes are breaking and the doubles coming through

The devil's in your alley and he's coming after you

Our hearts are aching, let us take a little snooze

For we're simply dying with them weave-room blues



Slam outs, break outs, knot ups by the score

Cloth all rolled back and piled up on the floor

The bats are running ends, the strings are hanging to your shoes

We're simply dying with them weave-room blues



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from the Folksingers Wordbook

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