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Grandad was a sailor

He blew in of the water

My father was a farmer

And I his only daughter

I took up with a no good mill workin' man from Massachusetts

Who died from too much whiskey

And leaves me these three faces to feed

Millwork ain’t easy

Millwork ain’t hard

Millwork most often is a goddamn awful boring job

And I’m waitin' for a day dream

to take me throught the morning

And put me in my coffee break

Where I can have my sandwich and remember

And it’s me and my machine

For the rest of the morning

For the rest of the afternoon

And the rest of my life

My mind begins to wander to the days back on the farm

And I can see my father smiling at me swinging on his arm

And I can hear my Grandads stories of the storms out on Lake Eerie

Vessels and cargos, fortunes and sailor’s lives were lost

It’s my life that’s been wasted

And I have been a fool

To let this manufacturer use my body for a tool

Well, I get to ride home in the evening

Staring at my hands

Swearing by my sorrow

That a young girl ought to stand a better chance

And may I work this mill just as long as I am able

And never meet the man whose name is on the label

And it’s me and my machine for the rest of the morning

For the rest of the afternoon

And the rest of my life

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