MILLWORKER

James Taylor's orignal version

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 Erie
Where vessels and cargoes 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

Originally written by James Taylor for the Broadway musical Working. He released his own version on his Flag album in 1979, the same year that he and Bruce Springsteen would play the MUSE/No Nukes concerts together.

The above lyrics refer to Taylor's version. Check out Bruce Springsteen's live 06 Feb 2006 version.