From: [email protected]
Millworker
Words and Music by James Taylor
(c) 1979 Country Road Music
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Now my grandfather was a sailor, he blew in off the water
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My father was a farmer and I, his only daughter,
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took up with a no-good millworking man from Massachusetts
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who dies from too much whiskey and leaves me these three faces to feed
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Mill-work ain’t easy; mill-work ain’t hard
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Mill-work, it ain’t nothing but an awful boring job
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I’m waiting for a day dream to take me through the morning
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and put me in my coffee break where I can have a sandwich and remember
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Then it’s me and my machine for the rest of the morning
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for the rest of the afternoon
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and the rest of my life
Now my mind begins to wander to the days back on the farm
I can see my father smiling at me, swingin’ on his arm
I can hear my grand-dad’s stories of the storms out on Lake Erie
where vessels and cargos and fortunes and sailor’s lives were lost
Yes, but it’s my life has been wasted, and I have been the fool
to let this manufacture use my body for a tool.
I can ride home in the evening, staring at my hands
swearing by my sorrow that a young girl ought to stand a better chance
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So may I work the mills just as long as I am able
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and never meet the man whose name is on the label
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It be me and my machine for the rest of the morning
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for the rest of the afternoon
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and the rest of my life
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G/D: xx0433
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A7sus4: x02030
C(add9):x32030
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