Millworker Words and Music by James Taylor (c) 1979 Country Road Music G/ 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 / 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 (addD) / 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, 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 (addD) / So may I work the mills just as long as I am able / and never meet the man whose name is on the label (addD) / It be me and my machine for the rest of the morning / for the rest of the afternoon / and the rest of my life --- : xx0220 : xx0433 : x3x03x /: x2x03x /: x1x03x : x02030 :x32030 : xx0010