Jerry Garcia Band

Jerry Garcia Band - The Miller's Will (with David Grisman) lyrics

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There was an old miller and he lived alone
Had three sons all fully grown
When the time came to make out his will
All he had left was a little grist mill

Sing a fol-dig-a-di-oh, fol dig-a-day

He called to him his eldest son
Said, "Son, oh, son my race is run
If I a miller of you make
Pray tell me what toll you take?"

Sing a fol-dig-a-di-oh, fol dig-a-day

Father, oh father, my name is Bill
Out of each bushel I'd take a gill
You fool, you fool, the old man cried
On such a little you'll never get a rise

Sing a fol-dig-a-di-oh, fol dig-a-day

Well, he called to him his second son
Said, "Son, oh, son, my race is run
If I a miller of you make
Pray tell me what toll you'd take?"

Sing a fol-dig-a-di-oh, fol dig-a-day

Father, oh father, my name is, Ralph
Out of each bushel I'd take half
Not enough, not enough, the old man said
Such a little you'd never get ahead

Sing a fol-dig-a-di-oh, fol dig-a-day

He called to him his youngest son
Said, "son oh son my race is run
If I a miller of you make
Pray tell me what toll you would take?"

Sing a fol-dig-a-di-oh, fol dig-a-day

Father, oh father, my name is Paul
Out of each bushel I'd take all
Hallelujah, the old man cried
Then he turned up him toes and he died

Sing a fol-dig-a-di-oh, fol dig-a-day

They buried him in a little box grave
Some do not think his soul was saved
Where he went I could not say
But I rather believe he went the other way

Sing a fol-dig-a-di-oh, fol dig-a-day
Sing a fol-dig-a-di-oh, fol dig-a-day
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Released in: 1993

Language: English

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