Man at the Mill

It's the same old man a'livin' at the mill

The mill turns around of its own free will

And hand in the hopper, the other in a sack

The ladies step forward and the gents fall back

And down sat an owl with its head all light

A lonesome day needs a lonesome night

I thought I heard a pretty girl say

Court all night and you sleep next day

And my old man's from Kalamazoo

He don't wear no "yes, I do"

Oh, once to the left and once to the right

And this old mill spins day and night

It's the same old man a'livin' at the mill

The mill turns around of its own free will

And hand in the hopper, the other in a sack

The ladies step forward and the gents fall back