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	Driven Out   Last shift of the night Last shift of any night Of any year It all stops right here Another Dodge rolls out the door A model no one wants no more Obsolete Like my crew and me They'll drive us out the door We won't be back no more Driven out I read the press reports Why we've closed our doors Incentive charts High gas and foreign cars All things I can't control All I do is drive these bolts The way I've done Since '91 They'll drive us out the door We won't be back no more Driven out Now the body shop's got rows and rows of unused parts Carcasses of half-built cars And the welding guns have lost their spark It's cold and dark as one by one We're driven out Lord, how my elbow stings Every time the torque gun spins And my head's in pain From the clanging chain This ain't no way to live Lord, what I wouldn't give To stay right here For ten more years But they drive us out the door We won't be back no more Driven out Copyright Jeffrey L. Stillman