James Taylor - Millworker Lyrics
Now my grandfather was a sailorHe blew in off the waterMy father was a farmerAnd i, his only daughterTook up with a no good millworking manFrom massachusettsWho dies from too much whiskeyAnd leaves me these three faces to feedMillwork aint easyMillwork aint hardMillwork it aint nothingBut an awful boring jobIm waiting for a daydreamTo take me through the morningAnd put me in my coffee breakWhere I can have a sandwichAnd 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 meSwinging on his armI can hear my granddads storiesOf the storms out on lake eerieWhere vessels and cargos and fortunesAnd sailors lives were lostYes, but its my life has been wastedAnd I have been the foolTo let this manufacturerUse my body for a toolI can ride home in the eveningStaring at my handsSwearing by my sorrow that a young girlOught to stand a better chanceSo may I work the mills just as long as I am ableAnd never meet the man whose name is on the labelIt be me and my machineFor the rest of the morningAnd the rest of the afternoonGone for the rest of my life
