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Millworker ukulele

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#----------------------------------PLEASE NOTE---------------------------------#
#This file is the author's own work and represents their interpretation of the #
#song. You may only use this file for private study, scholarship, or research. #
From: sjohnson@usa.net

Words and Music by James Taylor
(c) 1979 Country Road Music

G      D/G               G          G/G             D/G
Now my grandfather was a sailor, he blew in off the water
G               D/G         C/G           D/G
My father was a farmer and I, his only daughter,
G               D/G                  C/G            D/G
took up with a no-good millworking man from Massachusetts
    G                  D/G         C/G                   D/G       G
who dies from too much whiskey and leaves me these three faces to feed
G Fsus2 C6/E D7sus4

D/G               G   C/G             D/G
Mill-work ain't easy; mill-work ain't hard
G                   D/G            C/G          D/G
Mill-work, it ain't nothing but an awful boring job
    G             D/G          C/G                 D/G
I'm waiting for a day dream to take me through the morning
    G             D/G               C/G          D/G            G
and put me in my coffee break where I can have a sandwich and remember

          F(addD)                   C6/E
Then it's me and my machine for the rest of the morning
        Cm/D#                 D7sus4
for the rest of the afternoon
                    G          F/G G F/G
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

   F(addD)                      C6/E
So may I work the mills just as long as I am able
    Cm/D#                    D7sus4              G
and never meet the man whose name is on the label
      F(addD)                   C6/E
It be me and my machine for the rest of the morning
        Cm/D#                 D7sus4
for the rest of the afternoon
                    G          F/G G F/G
and the rest of my life
D/G:    xx0220
C/G:    xx0433
Fsus2:  x3x03x
C6/E:   x2x03x
Cm/D#:  x1x03x
D7sus4: x02030
F/G:    xx0010

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