Working - Millwork Lyrics

2012 Revised Version
Working the Musical - Millwork Lyrics

Grandad was a sailor
And he blew in off the water
My father was a farmer
And I, his only daughter
I took up with a no-good millworking 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 waiting for a daydream
To take me through the morning
To put me at my coffee break
So I can have my sandwich and remember
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 my days back on the farm
And I can see my father smiling at me
Swinging on his arm
And I can hear my grandad's stories
Of the storms out on Lake Erie
Vessels and cargo
Fortunes and sailor's lives were lost
It's my life has been wasted
And I have been a fool
To let this manufacture use my body for a tool
I get to ride home in the evenings
Staring at my hands
Swearing by my sorrow
That a young girl ought to stand a better chance
Stand a chance
And may I work this mill
Just as long as I am able
(As long as I am able)
And never meet the man
Whose name is on the label
(It's me and my machine)
It's me and my machine
For the rest of the morning
(For the rest of the morning)
For the rest of the afternoon
And the rest of my life

[Thanks to Ashen S for the lyrics]

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Millwork lyrics Working the Musical

Working the Musical Lyrics

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