Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Millworker, artist - James Taylor. Date of issue: 28.09.2014
Song language: English
Millworker |
| 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 dies from too much whiskey and leaves me these three faces to feed |
| Millwork ain’t easy, millwork ain’t hard |
| Millwork it ain’t nothing but an awful boring job |
| I’m waiting for a daydream to take me through the morning |
| And put me in my coffee break where I can have a sandwich and remember |
| 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 |
| 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 granddad’s stories of the storms out on Lake Erie |
| Where vessels and cargoes and fortunes and sailors' lives were lost |
| Yes, but it’s my life has been wasted, and I have been the fool |
| To let this manufacturer 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 |
| So may I work the mills just as long as I am able |
| And never meet the man whose name is on the label |
| It be me and my machine for the rest of the morning |
| And the rest of the afternoon, gone for the rest of my life |