Emmylou Harris - Millworker Lyrics
(james taylor)Now my grandfather was a sailor,He blew in off the waterMy father was a farmerI, his only daughter,Took up with a no-good millworking man from massachusettsWho dies from too much whiskeyAnd leaves me these three faces to feedMillwork aint easy; mill-work aint hardMillwork, it aint nothing but an awful boring jobIm waiting for a day dreamTo take me through the morningAnd put me in my coffee breakWhere I can have a sandwich and rememberThen its me and my machineFor the rest of the morningFor the rest of the afternoonAnd the rest of my lifeNow my mind begins to wanderTo the days back on the farmI can see my father smiling at me,Swingin on his armI can hear my grand-dads storiesOf the storms out on lake erieWhere vessels and cargos and fortunesAnd sailors lives were lostYes, but its my life has been wasted,And I have been the foolTo let this manufacture use my body for a tool.I can ride home in the evening,Staring at my handsSwearing by my sorrow that a young girlOught to stand a better chanceSo may I work the millsJust as long as I am ableAnd never meet the man whoseName is on the labelIt be me and my machineFor the rest of the morningFor the rest of the afternoonAnd the rest of my life
