Millworker

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[Verse 1]
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Now my grandfather was a sailor,
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 he blew in off the water
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My father was a farmer and I, 
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his only daughter,
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took up with a no-good 
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millworking man from Massachusetts
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who dies from too much whiskey and 
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leaves me these three faces to feed

[Interlude]
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[Verse 2]
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Mill-work ain't easy; mill-work 
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ain't hard
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Mill-work, it ain't nothing but an
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 awful boring job
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I'm waiting for a day dream to 
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take me through the morning
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    D             A/D             
and put me in my coffee break 
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where I can have a sandwich and 
remember

[Chorus 1]
          Cadd9                    
Then it's me and my machine for the
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 rest of the morning
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for the rest of the afternoon
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and the rest of my life

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[Verse 3]
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Now my mind begins to wander to 
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the days back on the farm
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I can see my father smiling at me,
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 swingin' on his arm
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I can hear my grand-dad's stories 
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of the storms out on Lake Erie
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where vessels and cargos and 
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fortunes and sailor's lives were 
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lost

[Verse 4]
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Yes, but it's my life has been 
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wasted, and I have been the fool
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to let this manufacture use my 
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body for a tool
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I can ride home in the evening, 
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staring at my hands
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swearing by my sorrow that a 
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young girl ought to stand a better 
chance

[Chorus 2]
   Cadd9                        
So may I work the mills just as long
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 as I am able
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and never meet the man whose 
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name is on the label
      Cadd9                     
It be me and my machine for the rest
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 of the morning
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for the rest of the afternoon
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and the rest of my life
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