Millworker James Taylor
[D]Now my [A/D]grandfather was a [D]sailor, he [G/D]blew in off the [A/D]water
[D]My father was a [A/D]farmer and I[G/D], his only dau[A/D]ghter,
[D]took up with a n[A/D]o-good millworking ma[G/D]n from Massachu[A/D]setts
who [D]dies from too much [A/D]whiskey and [G/D]leaves me these three [A/D]faces to f[D]eed
[D] [Csus2] [G6/B] [A7sus4]
[A/D]Mill-work ain't ea[D]sy; [G/D]mill-work ain't [A/D]hard
[D]Mill-work, it ain't [A/D]nothing but an [G/D]awful boring [A/D]job
I'm [D]waiting for a [A/D]day dream to [G/D]take me through the [A/D]morning
and [D]put me in my c[A/D]offee break where [G/D]I can have a [A/D]sandwich and re[D]member
Then it's [C(addD]me and my machine for the [G6/B]rest of the morning
for the [Gm/Bb]rest of the afternoon [A7sus4]
and the rest of my l[D]ife [C/D] [D] [C/D]
Now my mind begins to wander to the days back on the farm
I can see my father smiling at me, swingin' on his arm
I can hear my grand-dad's stories of the storms out on Lake Erie
where vessels and cargos and fortunes and sailor's 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 [C(addD]may I work the mills just as [G6/B]long as I am able
and [Gm/Bb]never meet the man whose [A7sus4]name is on the label[D]
It be [C(addD]me and my machine for the [G6/B]rest of the morning
for the [Gm/Bb]rest of the afternoon [A7sus4]
and the rest of my l[D]ife [C/D] [D] [C/D]
[---]A/D: xx0220
G/D: xx0433
Csus2: x3x03x
G6/B: x2x03x
Gm/Bb: x1x03x
A7sus4: x02030
C(add9):x32030
C/D: xx0010
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