Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Mill Worker, artist - Barbara Dane. Date of issue: 15.02.2018
Song language: English
Mill Worker |
| Grand Dad was a sailor who flew in off the water |
| My father was a farmer and I his only daughter |
| I took off with a no good no working man from Massachusetts |
| Who died from too much whisky and leaves me these three faces to feed |
| Mill work ain’t easy, mill work ain’t hard |
| Mill work most often is an awful boring hellish job |
| I’m waiting for a day dream to take me through the morning |
| Put me in my coffee break where I can have my sandwich and remember |
| It’s me and my machine for the rest of the morning |
| For the rest of the afternoon and the rest of my life |
| My mind begins to wander to the days back on the farm |
| And I see my father smiling me swinging in his arms |
| I can hear my Grand Dad’s stories bout the storms out on Lake Eerie |
| Where vessels and cargoes and fortunes and sailors' lives were lost |
| It’s my life that’s been wasted, I have been a fool |
| To let this manufacturer use my body for a tool |
| But I get to ride home in the evening staring at my hands |
| Swearing by my sorrows that a young girl ought to stand a better chance |
| May I work this mill just as long as I am able |
| Never meet the man who’s name is on the label |
| It’s me and my machine for the rest of the morning |
| For the rest of the afternoon and the rest of my life |