Jerry Garcia – The Millers Will (Guitar)
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[Intro]
D There was an old miller and he lived alone A D Had three sons all fully grown G D When the time came to make out his will D A D All he had left was a little grist mill D G A D Sing a fol-dig-a-di-oh, fol dig-a-day
[Verse]
D He called to him his eldest son A D Said, "Son, oh, son my race is run G D If I a miller of you make D A D Pray tell me what toll you take?" D G A D Sing a fol-dig-a-di-oh, fol dig-a-day
[Verse]
D Father, oh father my name is Bill A D Out of each bushel I'd take a gill G D You fool, you fool, the old man cried D A D On such a little you'll never get a rise D G A D Sing a fol-dig-a-di-oh, fol dig-a-day
[Verse]
D Well, he called to him his second son A D Said, "Son, oh, son, my race is run G D If I a miller of you make D A D Pray tell me what toll you'd take?" D G A D Sing a fol-dig-a-di-oh, fol dig-a-day
[Verse]
D Father, oh father, my name is, Ralph A D Out of each bushel I'd take half G D Not enough, not enough, the old man said D A D Such a little you'd never get ahead D G A D Sing a fol-dig-a-di-oh, fol dig-a-day
[Verse]
D He called to him his youngest son A D Said, "son oh son my race is run G D If I a miller of you make D A D Pray tell me what toll you'd take?" D G A D Sing a fol-dig-a-di-oh, fol dig-a-day
[Verse]
D Father, oh father, my name is Paul A D Out of each bushel I'd take all G D Hallelujah, the old man cried D A D Then he turned up him toes and he died D G A D Sing a fol-dig-a-di-oh, fol dig-a-day
[Verse]
D They buried him in a little box grave A D Some do not think his soul was saved G D Where he went I could not say D A D But I rather believe he went the other way D G A D Sing a fol-dig-a-di-oh, fol dig-a-day
[Outro]
D G A D Sing a fol-dig-a-di-oh, fol dig-a-day