[00:01.02](james taylor)
[00:01.29]Now my grandfather was a sailor,
[00:04.23]He blew in off the water
[00:07.86]My father was a farmer
[00:12.39]I, his only daughter,
[00:15.42]Took up with a no-good millworking man from massachusetts
[00:22.65]Who dies from too much whiskey
[00:24.60]And leaves me these three faces to feed
[00:27.30]Millwork ain't easy; mill-work ain't hard
[00:40.50]Millwork, it ain't nothing but an awful boring job
[00:46.95]I'm waiting for a day dream
[00:48.96]To take me through the morning
[00:52.83]And put me in my coffee break
[00:55.86]Where i can have a sandwich and remember
[01:02.31]Then it's me and my machine
[01:04.98]For the rest of the morning
[01:05.55]For the rest of the afternoon
[01:06.24]And the rest of my life
[01:25.20]Now my mind begins to wander
[01:28.65]To the days back on the farm
[01:32.67]I can see my father smiling at me,
[01:36.45]Swingin' on his arm
[01:39.75]I can hear my grand-dad's stories
[01:42.63]Of the storms out on lake erie
[01:45.42]Where vessels and cargos and fortunes
[01:55.50]And sailor's lives were lost
[01:56.16]Yes, but it's my life has been wasted,
[02:29.13]And i have been the fool
[02:31.83]To let this manufacture use my body for a tool.
[02:38.70]I can ride home in the evening,
[02:45.93]Staring at my hands
[02:46.35]Swearing by my sorrow that a young girl
[02:50.76]Ought to stand a better chance
[02:56.85]So may i work the mills
[02:59.25]Just as long as i am able
[03:00.12]And never meet the man whose
[03:08.67]Name is on the label
[03:12.36]It be me and my machine
[03:15.48]For the rest of the morning
[03:18.96]For the rest of the afternoon
[03:24.45]And the rest of my life

(james taylor)
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