Milltown Blues
Up before the crack of dawn
When my old alarm clock rang
Looks like that's another thing
I forgot to change
Going through the motions
Puttin' coffee on a flame
Somehow this morning
It don't taste the same
But I don't feel like crying
I can't feel a thing
I don't think I'm too bad off
But I can't even think
They said it's been a long time coming
The timber's getting low
Cut-and-run from the big guns
Done burned through the older growth
But old Jack Burke on the green chain
He said "They're just pitching hay"
But Jack Burke and his green chain boys
Are sitting home today
There's a warm glow
Coming' off the wood stove
But I shiver to my bones
I'm all dressed up and ready
And I got nowhere to go
I wonder if there's coffee breaks
In that unemployment line
Do they pay you half again
For waiting overtime?
Well, I'm waiting for my number
I'm filling forms out for my pay
I never thought it'd come to this
Never thought I'd see the day
But I don't feel like crying
Because I can't feel a thing
I don't think I'm too bad off
But hell I can't even think
No I don't feel like crying
Because I can't feel a thing
And I don't think I'm too bad off
But I can't even think
When my old alarm clock rang
Looks like that's another thing
I forgot to change
Going through the motions
Puttin' coffee on a flame
Somehow this morning
It don't taste the same
But I don't feel like crying
I can't feel a thing
I don't think I'm too bad off
But I can't even think
They said it's been a long time coming
The timber's getting low
Cut-and-run from the big guns
Done burned through the older growth
But old Jack Burke on the green chain
He said "They're just pitching hay"
But Jack Burke and his green chain boys
Are sitting home today
There's a warm glow
Coming' off the wood stove
But I shiver to my bones
I'm all dressed up and ready
And I got nowhere to go
I wonder if there's coffee breaks
In that unemployment line
Do they pay you half again
For waiting overtime?
Well, I'm waiting for my number
I'm filling forms out for my pay
I never thought it'd come to this
Never thought I'd see the day
But I don't feel like crying
Because I can't feel a thing
I don't think I'm too bad off
But hell I can't even think
No I don't feel like crying
Because I can't feel a thing
And I don't think I'm too bad off
But I can't even think
Credits
Writer(s): John Zimmerling
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