James Taylor - Millworker Chords

[Intro]
D C/D D
 
[Verse 1]
D                         A          G             D
Now my grandfather was a sailor, he blew in off the water
D               A          G           A
My father was a farmer and I, his only daughter,
D               A                  G            D
took up with a no-good millworking man from Massachusetts
    D                  A            G                  A.         D
who dies from too much whiskey and leaves me these three faces to feed
 
[Interlude]
D  G  A
 
[Verse 2]
D                A     G              A
Mill-work ain't easy; mill-work ain't hard
D                    A             G             A
Mill-work, it ain't nothing but an goddman awful boring job
    D             A             G                   A
I'm waiting for a day dream to take me through the morning
    D             A           G                  A            D
and put me in my coffee break where I can have a sandwich and remember
 
[Chorus 1]
          C                         G
Then it's me and my machine for the rest of the morning
                        A
for the rest of the afternoon
                    D
and the rest of my life
 
 
 
[Verse 3]
D                      A             G                A
Now my mind begins to wander to the days back on the farm
       D             A                G            A
I can see my father smiling at me, swingin' on his arm
       D                    A            G             A
I can hear my grand-dad's stories of the storms out on Lake Erie
       D           A         G             A              D
where vessels and cargos and fortunes and sailor's lives were lost
 
[Verse 4]
D                              A           G                A
Yes, but it's my life has been wasted, and I have been the fool
    D        A          G                  A
to let this manufacturer use my body for a tool
       D                A        G            A
I can ride home in the evening, staring at my hands
D               A            G                    A              D
swearing by my sorrow that a young girl ought to stand a better chance
 
[Chorus 2]
   C                            G
So may I work the mills just as long as I am able
     C                  A                   D
and never meet the man whose name is on the label
          C                        G
And it's me and my machine for the rest of the morning
        C            A
for the rest of the afternoon
                    D
and the rest of my life