James Taylor - Millworker lyrics

Now my grandfather was a sailor<br>He blew in off the water<br>My father was a farmer<br>And i, his only daughter<br>Took up with a no good millworking man<br>From massachusetts<br>Who dies from too much whiskey<br>And leaves me these three faces to feed<br><br>Millwork ain't easy<br>Millwork ain't hard<br>Millwork it ain't nothing<br>But an awful boring job<br>I'm waiting for a daydream<br>To take me through the morning<br>And put me in my coffee break<br>Where I can have a sandwich<br>And remember<br><br>Then it's me and my machine<br>For the rest of the morning<br>For the rest of the afternoon<br>And the rest of my life<br><br>Now my mind begins to wander<br>To the days back on the farm<br>I can see my father smiling at me<br>Swinging on his arm<br>I can hear my granddad's stories<br>Of the storms out on lake eerie<br>Where vessels and cargos and fortunes<br>And sailors' lives were lost<br><br>Yes, but it's my life has been wasted<br>And I have been the fool<br>To let this manufacturer<br>Use my body for a tool<br>I can ride home in the evening<br>Staring at my hands<br>Swearing by my sorrow that a young girl<br>Ought to stand a better chance<br><br>So may I work the mills just as long as I am able<br>And never meet the man whose name is on the label<br><br>It be me and my machine<br>For the rest of the morning<br>And the rest of the afternoon<br>Gone for the rest of my life