Line 7

G G Line No. 7 that’s why they call me, Em I’m a press at the bus still stamping factory C Built on the east side in 1919 Am D Been part of many of a man’s American dream G Pressin out them bumpers, fenders, chassis and doors Em Except for a few years around 44 C Switched to munitions to help our fighting boys Am D Proud of the part I played in that Great War G Em But things change C And after 87 years y’all Em C D It’s time to turn the page C G Gonna miss the laughter and the noise C G Comin off that blood sweat and tear stained factory floor C G G/B Em Gonna miss all them good ol motor city boys C D Cause this is my last night G My last night in Detroit G Em The same hands that worked them levers year after year C The same ones that tore me down gear by gear Em C D But I sure do appreciate the pride and the care C G That went into loading me in these semis sitting here C G Not sure what I’ll find when I get down there below C G G/B Em You know I can’t say I know much about Mexico C D But it seems strange to me to be reassembled so G They can ship all the same parts right back here to home G Em But things change C And after 87 years y’all Em C D It’s time to turn the page C G Gonna miss the laughter and the noise C G Comin off that blood sweat and tear stained factory floor C G G/B Em Gonna miss all them good ol motor city boys C D Cause this is my last night G My last night in Detroit C G I’m Gonna miss the laughter and the noise C G Comin off that blood sweat and tear stained factory floor C G G/B Em Gonna miss all them good ol motor city boys C D Cause this is my last night G My last night in Detroit G Line No. 7 that’s why they call me, Em I’m a press at the bus still standing factory C Built on the east side in 1919 Am D Been part of many of a man’s American dream D G Em Mmmmmmmmm mmmmmmmmm mmmmmmmmmm