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Millworker lyrics
Now my grandfather was a sailor.
He blew in off the water.
My father was a farmer
and I his only daughter.
Took up with a no good
millworking man from Massachusetts
who died from too much whiskey
and leaves me these three faces to feed.
Millwork ain t easy, millwork ain t hard.
Millwork, it ain t nothin
but an awful, boring job.
I m waiting for a daydream
to take me through the mornin ;
Put me in my coffee break
where I can have a sandwhich and remember.
And it s me and my machine
for the rest of the mornin ,
for the rest of the afternoon,
for the rest of my life.
Now my mind begins to wander
to the days back on the farm.
I can see my father smilin
and me swingin on his arm.
I can hear my granddad s stories
of the storms out on Lake Erie,
where vessels and cargos
and fortunes and sailor s lives were lost.
Yeah, but it s my life that s been wasted.
And I have been the fool
to let this manufacture
use my body for a tool.
As I ride home in the evenin
I m staring at my hands,
swearin by my sorrow
that a young girl ought to stand a better chance.
Oh, but may I work the mills
just as long as I m able,
and never meet the man
who s name is on the label.
Whoa, it s me and my machine
for the rest of the mornin ,
for the rest of the afternoon,
for the rest of my life . . . wasted.
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