Millworker lyrics

Artist  : Taylor James 
Song : Millworker



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 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 Eerie
Where vessels and cargos 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