Millworker
James Taylor
- A/D5
- A7sus4
- C/D
- C9
- Csus2
- D
- G/D
- G6/B5
- Gm/Bb3
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Tono:
(intro) D C/D DD A/D D Now my grandfather was a sailor,G/D A/D he blew in off the waterD A/D G/D My father was a farmer and I,A/D his only daughter,D A/D took up with a no-goodG/D A/D millworking man from MassachusettsD A/D who dies from too much whiskey andG/D A/D D leaves me these three faces to feed( D Csus2 G6/B A7sus4 )A/D D G/D Mill-work ain't easy; mill-workA/D ain't hardD A/D Mill-work, it ain't nothing but anG/D A/D awful boring jobContinúa después del anuncioD A/D I'm waiting for a day dream toG/D A/D take me through the morningD A/D and put me in my coffee breakG/D A/D D where I can have a sandwich and rememberC9 Then it's me and my machine for theG6/B rest of the morningGm/Bb A7sus4 for the rest of the afternoonD C/D and the rest of my lifeD C/D Now my mind begins to wander to the days back on the farm I can see my father smiling at me, swingin' on his arm I can hear my grand-dad's stories of the storms out on Lake Erie where vessels and cargos and fortunes and sailor's lives were lost Yes, but it's my life has been wasted, and I have been the fool to let this manufacture 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 chanceC9 G6/B So may I work the mills just as long as I am ableGm/Bb and never meet the man whoseA7sus4 D name is on the labelC9 G6/B It be me and my machine for the rest of the morningGm/Bb A7sus4 for the rest of the afternoonD C/D and the rest of my lifeD C/D