<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=67605" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Millworker</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">(james taylor)<br>Now my grandfather was a sailor,<br>He blew in off the water<br>My father was a farmer<br>I, his only daughter,<br>Took up with a no-good millworking man from massachusetts<br>Who dies from too much whiskey<br>And leaves me these three faces to feed<br>Millwork aint easy; mill-work aint hard<br>Millwork, it aint nothing but an awful boring job<br>Im waiting for a day dream<br>To take me through the morning<br>And put me in my coffee break<br>Where I can have a sandwich and remember<br>Then its me and my machine<br>For the rest of the morning<br>For the rest of the afternoon<br>And the rest of my life<br>Now my mind begins to wander<br>To the days back on the farm<br>I can see my father smiling at me,<br>Swingin on his arm<br>I can hear my grand-dads stories<br>Of the storms out on lake erie<br>Where vessels and cargos and fortunes<br>And sailors lives were lost<br>Yes, but its my life has been wasted,<br>And I have been the fool<br>To let this manufacture use my body for a tool.<br>I can ride home in the evening,<br>Staring at my hands<br>Swearing by my sorrow that a young girl<br>Ought to stand a better chance<br>So may I work the mills<br>Just as long as I am able<br>And never meet the man whose<br>Name is on the label<br>It be me and my machine<br>For the rest of the morning<br>For the rest of the afternoon<br>And the rest of my life</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />song performed by by Emmylou Harris - <i><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/" target=_blank></a></i><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=67605" data-title="Millworker" data-description="(james taylor) Now my grandfather was a sailor, He blew in off the water My father was a farmer 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 ..."></div> </div> </div>

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