Where Do I Go On Monday

Please come on now, step in, sit down I've got some real bad newsIt seems that those who own this town No longer have the use For folks who work an honest day The likes of you and me And so I've called you in to say They've closed the factory

They've sent our jobs some other place Half way across this Earth Where someone with a different face And far-off land of birth So much in need of U.S. trade To feed their familyWorks for one tenth of what they paid In our old factory

Chorus:And what do I tell my man And how will we make ends meetAnd what'll I do now on So that my kids can eat And after the sweat and tears I put in for twenty yearsI need to (wanna) know Where do I go on Monday

So please shut down the big machines Yeah, dull their mighty roar Don't worry if they aren't cleaned Won't matter anymoreTake jackets, pictures, everything That made this hell a homeThe old fat lady's 'bout to sing It's time that we were gone

Just one last thing before you leave I really want to sayYou all have been like family Each night and every dayTonight you will be in my prayers Be strong and go with graceAnd may God keep you in his care Through what we now must face