Millworker - Live

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 on 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
And 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 hear my granddad's stories of the storms out on Lake Eerie
Where vessels and cargos and fortunes and sailors' lives were lost

Yeah, 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'll 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's still me and my machine for the rest of the morning
And the rest of the afternoon, solid gone
For the rest of my life