Millworker

<br>Now my grandfather was a sailor<br><br>He blew in off the water<br><br>My father was a farmer<br><br>And i, his only daughter<br><br>Took up with a no good millworking man<br><br>From massachusetts<br><br>Who dies from too much whiskey<br><br>And leaves me these three faces to feed<br><br><br><br>Millwork aint easy<br><br>Millwork aint hard<br><br>Millwork it aint nothing<br><br>But an awful boring job<br><br>Im waiting for a daydream<br><br>To take me through the morning<br><br>And put me in my coffee break<br><br>Where I can have a sandwich<br><br>And remember<br><br><br><br>Then its me and my machine<br><br>For the rest of the morning<br><br>For the rest of the afternoon<br><br>And the rest of my life<br><br><br><br>Now my mind begins to wander<br><br>To the days back on the farm<br><br>I can see my father smiling at me<br><br>Swinging on his arm<br><br>I can hear my granddads stories<br><br>Of the storms out on lake eerie<br><br>Where vessels and cargos and fortunes<br><br>And sailors lives were lost<br><br><br><br>Yes, but its my life has been wasted<br><br>And I have been the fool<br><br>To let this manufacturer<br><br>Use my body for a tool<br><br>I can ride home in the evening<br><br>Staring at my hands<br><br>Swearing by my sorrow that a young girl<br><br>Ought to stand a better chance<br><br><br><br>So may I work the mills just as long as I am able<br><br>And never meet the man whose name is on the label<br><br><br><br>It be me and my machine<br><br>For the rest of the morning<br><br>And the rest of the afternoon<br><br>Gone for the rest of my life