Millworker Lyrics

	作词 : Taylor
	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 for 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
	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
	Swinging on his arm
	I can hear my granddad's stories
	Of the storms out on lake eerie
	Where vessels and cargos and fortunes
	And sailors' lives were lost
	Yes, 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 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
	And the rest of the afternoon
	Gone for the rest of my life

	zuo ci : Taylor
	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 for 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
	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
	Swinging on his arm
	I can hear my granddad' s stories
	Of the storms out on lake eerie
	Where vessels and cargos and fortunes
	And sailors' lives were lost
	Yes, 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 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
	And the rest of the afternoon
	Gone for the rest of my life

	zuò cí : Taylor
	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 for 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
	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
	Swinging on his arm
	I can hear my granddad' s stories
	Of the storms out on lake eerie
	Where vessels and cargos and fortunes
	And sailors' lives were lost
	Yes, 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 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
	And the rest of the afternoon
	Gone for the rest of my life

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