The New Lost City Ramblers - The weave room blueS lyrics

Working in a weave-room, fighting for my life Trying to make a living for my kiddies and my wife; Some are needing clothing, some are needing shoes, But I'm getting nothing but the weave-room blues. I've got the blues, I've got the blues, I've got them awful weave-room blues; I got the blues, the weave-room blues. With your looms a-slamming, shuttles bouncing in the floor, And when you flag your fixer, you can see that he is sore; I'm trying to make a living, but I'm thinking I will lose, For I'm going crazy with them weave-room blues. I've got the blues, I've got the blues, I've got them awful weave-room blues; I got the blues, the weave-room blues. The harness eyes are breaking with the doubles coming through, The devil's in your alley and he's coming after you, Our hearts are aching, let us take a little booze; For we're going crazy with them weave-room blues. I've got the blues, got the blues, I've got them awful weave-room blues; I got the blues, the weave-room blues. Slam-outs, break-outs, knot-ups by the score, Cloth all rolled back and piled up in the floor; The patchers running in between they're hanging to your shoes, I'm simply dying with them weave-room blues. I've got the blues, got the blues, I've got them awful weave-room blues; I got the blues, the weave-room blues.