Millworker Lyrics - Taylor James

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 

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 Eerie 

Where vessels and cargos 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 manufacturer 

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 

And the rest of the afternoon 

Gone for the rest of my life