16 Hours

It looks so cold out on that concrete

And this here city took all my love

I wanna work marching for freedom

But lord they don’t pay enough

 

If I had to point the finger

If I had to cast the blame

I’d tell that bank man he’s a killer

I’d tell his lawyers all the same

 

I work 16 hours and what do I get?

Just another day older and deeper in debt

St. Peter don’t you call me cause I can’t go

I owe my soul to the company store

 

I’d work my hands down to the sinew

I’d swing a hammer all day

If I thought I’d buy some freedom

If I thought I’d work these debts away

 

My sister’s got herself a child

Says he’s got the whole world on a string

But he ain’t felt that cold wind blowing

No he don’t know the price for his dreams

 

He’s gonna work 16 hours and what does he get?

Just another day older and deeper in debt

St. Peter don’t you call me cause I can’t go

I owe my soul to the company store

 

And I can feel that bank man coming

He’s gonna take my dues away

And all I can do is sing my troubles

Oh lord, I work 16 hours a day

Westerly's first self-titled album is now 
available on Bandcamp

Westerly

Sterling Spence, Jeff Peck, Scott Wilson, Jessica Lips, and Brandon Seinturier

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