The Longest Johns – Chemical Workers Song (Guitar)

  Dm             F         Dm
A process man am I and I'm telling you no lie.

  Dm                F                   Dm               C
I work and breathe among the fumes that trail across the sky.

          Dm           F              Bb            Am
There's a thunder all around me and a poison in the air.

          Dm               F                   Dm       C     Dm
There's a lousy smell that smacks of hell, and dust all in me hair.

         Dm  C    Dm
And it's go, boys go,

        F               Dm
They'll time your every breath.

    F                Dm
And every day you're in this place,

       F        C      Dm
You're two days nearer death,

        Dm
But you go.

     Dm               F                     Dm
I've worked among the spinners and breathed in the oily smoke.

     Dm               F             Dm                C
I've shovelled up the gypsum and it nigh on makes you choke.

     Dm                 F             Bb                  Am
I've stood knee-deep in cyanide, been sick with a caustic burn.

     Dm                F              Dm        C       Dm
Been working rough and seen enough to make your stomach turn.

         Dm  C    Dm
And it's go, boys go,

        F               Dm
They'll time your every breath.

    F                Dm
And every day you're in this place,

       F        C      Dm
You're two days nearer death,

        Dm
But you go.

        Dm           F          Dm
There's overtime and bonus opportunities galore.

    Dm                    F               Dm                C
The young lads like their money, and they all come back for more.

    Dm                   F                Bb             Am
But soon you're knocking on, and you look older than you should.

    Dm             F                  Dm       C         Dm
For every bob made on this job you'll pay with flesh and blood.

         Dm  C    Dm
And it's go, boys go,

        F               Dm
They'll time your every breath.

    F                Dm
And every day you're in this place,

       F        C      Dm
You're two days nearer death,

Dm  C    Dm
Go, boys go,

        F               Dm
They'll time your every breath.

    F                Dm
And every day you're in this place,

       F        C      Dm
You're two days nearer death,

        Dm
But you go.