Millworker
James TaylorVersion1
90
Chords in this song
Strum
D-DU-UDU
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
Mill-work ain't easy; mill-work ain't hard
Mill-work, it ain't nothing but an awful boring job
I'm waiting for a day dream to take me through the morning
and put me in my coffee break where I can have a sandwich and remember
(addD) /
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, swingin' on his arm
I can hear my grand-dad's stories of the storms out on Lake Erie
where vessels and cargos and fortunes and sailor's lives were lost
Yes, but it's my life has been wasted, and I have been the fool
to let this manufacture 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
(addD) /
So may I work the mills just as long as I am able
and never meet the man whose name is on the label
(addD) /
It be me and my machine for the rest of the morning
for the rest of the afternoon
and the rest of my life
/: x2x03x
/: x1x03x
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Readable chord sheet for Millworker by James Taylor
[D] [C/D] [D]
[D]Now my [A/D]grandfather was a [D]sailor, he [G]bl[D]ew in off the [A/D]water
[D]My father was a [A/D]farmer and I[G/D], his only dau[A/D]ghter,
[D]took up with a n[A/D]o-good millworking ma[G/D]n from Massachu[A/D]setts
who [D]dies from too much [A/D]whiskey and [G/D]leaves me these three [A/D]faces to f[D]eed
[D] [Csus2] [G6] [B] [A7Sus4]
[A/D]Mill-work ain't ea[D]sy; [G/D]mill-work ain't [A/D]hard
[D]Mill-work, it ain't [A/D]nothing but an [G/D]awful boring [A/D]job
I'm [D]waiting for a [A/D]day dream to [G/D]take me through the [A/D]morning
and [D]put me in my c[A/D]offee break where [G/D]I can have a [A/D]sandwich and re[D]member
[C](addD) [G6]/[B]
Then it's me and my machine for the rest of the morning
for the [Gm]res[Bb]t of the afternoon [A7Sus4]
and the rest of my l[D]ife [C/D] [D] [C] [D]
Now my mind begins to wander to the days back on the farm
I can see my father smiling at me, swingin' on his arm
I can hear my grand-dad's stories of the storms out on Lake Erie
where vessels and cargos and fortunes and sailor's lives were lost
Yes, but it's my life has been wasted, and I have been the fool
to let this manufacture 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
[C](addD) [G6]/[B]
So may I work the mills just as long as I am able
and [Gm]nev[Bb]er meet the man whose [A7Sus4]name is on the label[D]
[C](addD) [G6]/[B]
It be me and my machine for the rest of the morning
for the [Gm]res[Bb]t of the afternoon [A7Sus4]
and the rest of my l[D]ife [C/D] [D] [C] [D]
[G6]/[B]: x2x03x
[Gm]/[Bb]: x1x03x