Millworker

[Verse 1] Now my grandfather was a sailor He blew in off the water My father was a farmer I, his only daughter Took up with a no-good mill working man from Massachusetts Who dies from too much whiskey And leaves me these three faces to feed Mill-work ain't easy; mill-work ain't hard Mill-work, it ain't nothing but an awful boring job I'm waiting for a day dream To take me through the morning And put me in my coffee break Where I can have a sandwich and remember [Chorus] Then it's me and my machine For the rest of the morning For the rest of the afternoon And the rest of my life [Verse 2] Now my mind begins to wander To the days back on the farm I can see my father smiling at me Swinging 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 chance [Bridge] So may I work the mills Just as long as I am able And never meet the man whose Name is on the label [Chorus]