James Taylor

James Taylor - Millworker lyrics

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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
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Author: James Taylor

Composer: James Taylor

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Language: English

Appearing on: (Live) (1993)

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