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Cigarette Row (5 O’Clock Freedom)
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Jessie Buckley
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Oh, the stories in a workin' woman's hands Nicotine stained, rough as sand West Virginia tobacco rises up from the docks Roll it and tipped in box upon box Well, it's five o'clock freedom and the whistle would blow The gates would burst open and the river would flow Lit up like matches that dance, on they go Where are the factory girls of cigarette row? There was joy in their hearts, black in their lungs Lines of laughter, smokin' three nons Tellin' stories of life, love, loss and war Your wife's tale of how to keep young Well, it's five o'clock freedom and the whistle would blow The gates would burst open and the river would flow Lit up like matches that dance, on they go Where are the factory girls of cigarette row? Now the factory's shut, turned into flats But you can't smoke out souls, they keep comin' back West Virginia tobacco rises up from the docks The ashes and embers will never be lost Well, it's five o'clock freedom and the whistle would blow The gates would burst open and the river would flow Lit up like matches that dance, on they go Where are the factory girls of cigarette row? Five o'clock freedom and the whistle would blow The gates would burst open and the river would flow Lit up like matches that dance, on they go Where are the factory girls of cigarette row? Lit up like matches that dance, on they go Where are the factory girls of cigarette row?
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