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Emmylou HarrisMillworker

Now my grandfather was a sailor
He blew in off the water
My father was a farmer
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 mill work ain't hard
Millwork, it ain't nothing but an awful boring job
I'm waiting for a day dream
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
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 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
For the rest of the afternoon
And the rest of my life
Now my grandfather was a sailor
He blew in off the water
My father was a farmer
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 mill work ain't hard
Millwork, it ain't nothing but an awful boring job
I'm waiting for a day dream
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
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 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
For the rest of the afternoon
And the rest of my life

Emmylou Harris ค้นหา: Emmylou Harris