Millworker lyrics Lyrics

song 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 died from too much whiskey and leaves me these three faces to feed. Millwork ain t easy, millwork ain t hard. Millwork, it ain t nothin but an awful, boring job. I m waiting for a daydream to take me through the mornin ; Put me in my coffee break where I can have a sandwhich and remember. And it s me and my machine for the rest of the mornin , for the rest of the afternoon, for the rest of my life. Now my mind begins to wander to the days back on the farm. I can see my father smilin and me swingin on his arm. I can hear my granddad s stories of the storms out on Lake Erie, where vessels and cargos and fortunes and sailor s lives were lost. Yeah, but it s my life that s been wasted. And I have been the fool to let this manufacture use my body for a tool. As I ride home in the evenin I m staring at my hands, swearin by my sorrow that a young girl ought to stand a better chance. Oh, but may I work the mills just as long as I m able, and never meet the man who s name is on the label. Whoa, it s me and my machine for the rest of the mornin , for the rest of the afternoon, for the rest of my life . . . wasted. song lyrics