The Chemical Workers Song Process Man

And it's [Em]go [D]boys[Em] go,
They'll [G]time your every [Em]breath,
And [G]every day you're [Em]in this place
You're t[G]wo days n[D]earer d[Em]eath
But you [Em]go

A [Em]process man am [G]I and I'm [Em]telling you no lie
I [Em]work and breathe amo[G]ng the fumes that tr[Em]ail across the sky
There's [Em]thunder all ar[D]ound me and there's p[G]oison in the [D]air
There's a [Em]lousy smell that [G]smacks of hell and d[Em]ust all [D]in me [Em]hair

Well I work among the spinners and I breathe the oily smoke
I shoveled up the gypsum and it nigh on made you choke
I've stood knee deep in cyanide, got sick with a caustic burn
Been working rough, I've seen enough to make your stomach turn

There's overtime and bonus opportunities galore
The young men like their money and they all come back for more
But soon you're knockin on and you look older than you should
For every bob made on the job you pay with flesh and blood

Repeat 1st Verse