Old Factory Town

by Brian Rose

OLD FACTORY TOWN

As I was sleeping the rain fell down
Washing the streets of this old factory town
I dreamed of the watchman making his rounds
As the rain fell on this old factory town

When I awoke my wife was gone
Down to the kitchen at the break of dawn
I could hear her humming our favorite song
When I awoke at the break of dawn

I kissed her waving frame in the door
To rustle the kids and tend to the chores
Each night she whispers let's have one or two more
Rustling kids to tend to the chores

I punched in at seven at J.T. McTell
Iron and brass hotter than hell
Where I cast the clappers of church steeple bells
Iron and brass at J.T. McTell

The whistle at four to the bar for a round
Quenching the thirst of this old factory town
The lights come up as the sun goes down
Over the bars in this old factory town

As I was sleeping down the rain fell
To strike in the streets and scatter pell mell
Oh I dream of the clamor of all the church bells
Cast in iron and brass at J.T. McTell