James Taylor – Millworker (Guitar)

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From: [email protected] Words and Music by James Taylor (c) 1979 Country Road Music A/D xx0220 G/D xx0433 Csus2 x3x03x G6/B x2x03x Gm/Bb x1x03x A7sus4 x02030 Cadd9 x32030 C/D xx0010 [Intro] D C/D D [Verse 1]
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Now my grandfather was a sailor, he blew in off the water

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My father was a farmer and I, his only daughter,

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took up with a no-good millworking man from Massachusetts

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who dies from too much whiskey and leaves me these three faces to feed
[Interlude] D Csus2 G6/B A7sus4 [Verse 2]
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Mill-work ain't easy; mill-work ain't hard

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Mill-work, it ain't nothing but an awful boring job

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I'm waiting for a day dream to take me through the morning

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and put me in my coffee break where I can have a sandwich and remember
[Chorus 1]
          Cadd9                     G6/B
Then it's me and my machine for the rest of the morning

        Gm/Bb                 A7sus4
for the rest of the afternoon

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and the rest of my life
C/D D C/D [Verse 3]
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Now my mind begins to wander to the days back on the farm

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I can see my father smiling at me, swingin' on his arm

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I can hear my grand-dad's stories of the storms out on Lake Erie

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where vessels and cargos and fortunes and sailor's lives were lost
[Verse 4]
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Yes, but it's my life has been wasted, and I have been the fool

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to let this manufacture use my body for a tool

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I can ride home in the evening, staring at my hands

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swearing by my sorrow that a young girl ought to stand a better chance
[Chorus 2]
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So may I work the mills just as long as I am able

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and never meet the man whose name is on the label

      Cadd9                     G6/B
It be me and my machine for the rest of the morning

        Gm/Bb                 A7sus4
for the rest of the afternoon

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and the rest of my life