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Jobs no more

from Song's on the Back Foot by G J Armstrong

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Jobs No More

VERSE 1
Today they closed my factory down - they let the heart die in my town
Men and women out of work - factory floor to office clerk

No need to rise on Monday morn - no work to do to earn ya corn
All my friends I saw each day - sadly haven’t much to say

CHORUS
microchip technology - came with no apology
Computers do the work of ten - jobs no more for boys and men X 2

VERSE 1
Wagons came with cranes today - to load the looms to take away
In welders boot and leather cap - they cut the pipework up for scrap

Ships are loaded ropes released - destination thee far east
We led the world its British made - now substandard import trade

CHORUS
VERSE 1
Months went by then turn to years - no jobs had men reduced to tears
No Christmas dinner Sunday best - birthdays cancelled and the rest

I’d give ya anything you like - but sorry lad there’s no new bike
Money’s tight and times are hard - I can’t afford a birthday card

CHORUS
VERSE 1
Now my young lads turned twenty four - he's never had a job before
And his young son is only three - but he'll have no job just like me

Silicon chips made everything fast - our way of life left in the past
We thought that this technology - would benefit our prodigy

CHORUS
VERSE 1
They closed the old job Centre down - demolished half of my old town
Undermined by the minimum wage - increasing the retirement age

All the pubs have hired thugs - its booming business selling drugs
England’s gardens full of weed - now there’s to many mouths to feed

CHORUS
VERSE 1
We’re waiting for the good old days - when we all worked in different ways
It’s no one’s fault no one to blame - inevitable change that came

Now there’s a motto that is apt - to survive you must adapt
I've found a market with a need - I'm growing plants and selling weed

CHORUS

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from Song's on the Back Foot, released September 29, 2016

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