“Millworker” Sheet Music (pdf).
“Millworker” Karaoke (midi with lyrics).
Lyrics: James Taylor.
Tune: James Taylor.
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 mill workingman
From Massachusetts
Who dies from too much whisky
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 Erie,
Where vessels and cargoes 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 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.
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,
For the rest of the afternoon,
And the rest of my life.