Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Fact'ry Jack , by - The Rumjacks. Song from the album Sleepin' Rough, in the genre Музыка мираRelease date: 04.08.2016
Record label: Australian Broadcasting
Song language: English
Fact'ry Jack |
| Old Jack Drury worked at the brewery |
| Luggin' them bottles and cans |
| 'Til the steam age came crushed six mens jobs |
| And Jackies two good hands |
| So they killed the lights and chained the doors |
| They were fresh back from a bloody war |
| So for three whole days kept the coppers at bay |
| Raidin' the company store |
| Our Jack he were a hell of a clown |
| Even the march o' years couldn’t run him down |
| He were a real human, rough-cut diamond |
| They’re never many around |
| He said, 'Angers wasted on the youth |
| And wisdom on the old it’s the truth |
| I put the kids through hell but I taught 'em well |
| How to tip it all on its roof.' |
| Oh dear what can the matter be? |
| Seven young men they were locked in a factory |
| They were there from Thursday to Saturday |
| Oh what a horrid affair |
| Oh dear what can the matter be? |
| Seven young men they were locked in a factory |
| They were there from Thursday to Saturday |
| Oh what a sorry affair |
| He sad, 'The black people and the white |
| Should be out hookin' up tonight |
| Makin' pretty little brown skinned babies |
| With one less reason to fight |
| Don’t set your watch by Sydney trains |
| And don’t ever try to build |
| On them sacred lands, on tidal sands |
| Or the hearts of foolish girls.' |
| Oh dear what can the matter be? |
| Seven young men they were locked in a factory |
| They were there from Thursday to Saturday |
| Oh what a horrid affair |
| Oh dear what can the matter be? |
| Seven young men they were locked in a factory |
| They were there from Thursday to Saturday |
| Oh what a sorry affair |
| 'They say Saturdays child works a long hard day |
| And I’ve given it all I can give |
| So you can stop tryin' to sell me a funeral plan |
| I’ve only just learned how to live |
| So pass the dutchie, wreck the halls |
| Leave public art on public walls |
| And get crackin' on a way to keep evil at bay |
| Don’t say you weren’t told…' |
| Oh dear what can the matter be? |
| Seven young men they were locked in a factory |
| They were there from Thursday to Saturday |
| Oh what a horrid affair |
| Oh dear what can the matter be? |
| Seven young men they were locked in a factory |
| They were there from Thursday to Saturday |
| Oh what a sorry affair |