Millworker Lyrics

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 dies from too much whiskey
And leaves me
these three faces to feed
Millwork ain't easy
Millwork ain't
hard
Millwork it ain't nothing
But an awful boring job
I'm waiting for
a daydream
To take me through the morning
And put me in my coffee
break
Where I can have a sandwich
And remember
Then it's me and my
machine
For the rest of the morning
For the rest of the afternoon
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
Swinging on his arm
I can hear
my granddad's stories
Of the storms out on Lake Eerie
Where vessels and
cargos and fortunes
And sailors' lives were lost
Yes, but it's my life
has been wasted
And I have been the fool
To let this manufacturer
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
So may I work the mills just as long as I am able
And never meet
the man whose name is on the label
it be me and my machine
For the rest
of the morning
And the rest of the afternoon
Gone for the rest of my
life