Millwork

[GRACE]

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

And put me in 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 thе farm

And I can see my father smiling at me

Swinging on his arm

And I can hear my grandad's storiеs

Of storms out on Lake Erie

Vessels and cargoes

Fortunes and sailors' lives were lost

[GRACE & MAN 2]

It's my life has been wasted

And I have been a fool

To let this manufacture'

Use my body for a tool

I ride home in the evenings

Staring at my hands

Swearing by my sorrow

[GRACE]

That a young girl ought to stand a better chance...

[GRACE & MAN 2]

And may I work this mill

Just as long as I am able (Long as I am able)

And never meet the man

Whose name is on the label...

It's me and my machine

For the rest of the morning

For the rest of the afternoon

[GRACE]

Gone

And the rest of my life...