Millworker Words and Music by James Taylor (c) 1979 Country Road Music
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 A7sus4
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
C(addD) Then it's me and my machine for the rest of the morning A7sus4 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, swingin' 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
C(addD) So may I work the mills just as long as I am able A7sus4 and never meet the man whose name is on the label C(addD) It be me and my machine for the rest of the morning A7sus4 for the rest of the afternoon
and the rest of my life --- A/D: xx0220 G/D: xx0433 Csus2: x3x03x G6/B: x2x03x Gm/Bb: x1x03x A7sus4: x02030 C(add9):x32030 C/D: xx0010