Working movie - Millwork lyrics

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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>

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Millwork ain't easy; mill-work ain't hard<br>

Millwork, it ain't nothing but an awful boring job<br>

I'm 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>

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Then it's 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>

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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-dad's stories<br>

Of the storms out on Lake Erie<br>

Where vessels and cargos and fortunes<br>

And sailor's lives were lost<br>

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Yes, but it's 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>

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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>

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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<br>

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