The Mill Worker

(James Taylor)



My grandfather was a sailor, he blew in 'cross the water

My daddy was a farmer, and I his only daughter

I took up with a no-good mill-working man from Massachusetts

Who dies from too much whiskey and leaves me these three faces to feed



Mill work ain't easy and mill work ain't hard

Mill work ain't nothing but an awful boring job

So I'm waiting for a daydream to take me through the morning

And get me to my coffee break where I can have a sandwich and remember



It's me and my machine

For the rest of the morning

The rest of the afternoon gone

For the rest of my life



My mind begins to wander to my days back on the farm

And I can see my daddy smilin' at me swingin' on his arms

I can hear my granddad's stories of storms out on Lake Erie

Where vessels and cargoes and fortunes and sailors' lives were lost



But it's my life has been wasted, and I have been the fool

To let this manufacturer use my body for a tool

And I ride home in the evening and I stare down at my hands

And I swear by my sorrow that a young girl ought to stand a better chance



And it's me I'll work the mill just as long as I am able

But may I never meet the man whose name is on the label



And it's me and my machine

For the rest of the morning

The rest of the afternoon gone

For the rest of my life



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