Millworker - Live

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 on 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
 And 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 hear my granddad's stories of the storms out on Lake Eerie
 Where vessels and cargos and fortunes and sailors' lives were lost
 Yeah, 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'll 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's still me and my machine for the rest of the morning
 And the rest of the afternoon, solid gone
 For the rest of my life