Chords for Emmylou Harris "Millworker"
Tempo:
137.65 bpm
Chords used:
C
G
F
Bb
Ab
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[C] My grandfather was a sailor, [F] blue and also [G] orange.
[C] My father was a [G] farmer, [C] and I his [G] only daughter.
[C] Took up with [G] the no good mill [C] work [F] in [G] Massachusetts.
[C] Just too [G] much whiskey, [Cm] and leaves me these [G] three faces to [C] pee.
[G] Now mill work [C] ain't easy, [F] mill work ain't [G] hard.
[C] Mill work ain't [G] nothing but [Cm] an awful boring [G] job.
[C] Waiting for a [G] daydream [C] to take me [F] through.
[C]
Put me in [G] my coffee break, [C] where I can have [G] a sandwich and [C] a beer.
And [Bb] dance me in my machine for [F] the rest of the morning,
for [Ab] the rest of the afternoon, [G] [C] for the rest [G] of my [C] life.
[Eb] [Bb] [C]
Now my mind begins to wander, to the days back on the farm.
I can see my father smiling at me, swinging on his arm.
I can hear my granddad's stories, of the storms out on Lake Erie.
The vessels, and cargoes, and fortunes, of the sacred class of law.
[Eb]
[Bb]
[Db]
[C]
[Bb]
[F]
[Dm] [Ab]
[G]
But it's my life [C] has been wasted, and a [G] fool,
[C] to let this [G] manufacturer [C] use my body for a tool.
[G] I [C] can ride home in the evening, [F] staring at my [G] hands.
[C] Swearing by my sorrow, that a young [D]
girl ought [C] to stand in the letter chain.
[Bb] Though may I work the mills, just [F] as long as I [Dm] am able.
[Ab] And never meet the men, whose [G] name is [C] on the label.
And [Bb] dance me in my machine for [F] the rest of the morning,
[Ab] for the rest of the afternoon, [G] for the rest of [C] my life.
[Bb] [F]
[Fm]
[G] [C]
[Bb]
[F]
[Fm]
[G] [C]
[C] My father was a [G] farmer, [C] and I his [G] only daughter.
[C] Took up with [G] the no good mill [C] work [F] in [G] Massachusetts.
[C] Just too [G] much whiskey, [Cm] and leaves me these [G] three faces to [C] pee.
[G] Now mill work [C] ain't easy, [F] mill work ain't [G] hard.
[C] Mill work ain't [G] nothing but [Cm] an awful boring [G] job.
[C] Waiting for a [G] daydream [C] to take me [F] through.
[C]
Put me in [G] my coffee break, [C] where I can have [G] a sandwich and [C] a beer.
And [Bb] dance me in my machine for [F] the rest of the morning,
for [Ab] the rest of the afternoon, [G] [C] for the rest [G] of my [C] life.
[Eb] [Bb] [C]
Now my mind begins to wander, to the days back on the farm.
I can see my father smiling at me, swinging on his arm.
I can hear my granddad's stories, of the storms out on Lake Erie.
The vessels, and cargoes, and fortunes, of the sacred class of law.
[Eb]
[Bb]
[Db]
[C]
[Bb]
[F]
[Dm] [Ab]
[G]
But it's my life [C] has been wasted, and a [G] fool,
[C] to let this [G] manufacturer [C] use my body for a tool.
[G] I [C] can ride home in the evening, [F] staring at my [G] hands.
[C] Swearing by my sorrow, that a young [D]
girl ought [C] to stand in the letter chain.
[Bb] Though may I work the mills, just [F] as long as I [Dm] am able.
[Ab] And never meet the men, whose [G] name is [C] on the label.
And [Bb] dance me in my machine for [F] the rest of the morning,
[Ab] for the rest of the afternoon, [G] for the rest of [C] my life.
[Bb] [F]
[Fm]
[G] [C]
[Bb]
[F]
[Fm]
[G] [C]
Key:
C
G
F
Bb
Ab
C
G
F
[C] My grandfather was a _ sailor, [F] blue and also [G] orange.
_ [C] My father was a [G] farmer, [C] and I his [G] only daughter.
_ [C] Took up with [G] the no good mill [C] work [F] in _ _ [G] Massachusetts. _ _
_ [C] Just too [G] much whiskey, _ [Cm] and leaves me these [G] three faces to [C] pee. _ _ _ _ _
[G] Now mill _ work [C] ain't easy, _ [F] mill work ain't [G] hard. _
_ [C] Mill work ain't _ [G] nothing but [Cm] an awful boring _ [G] job.
_ [C] _ Waiting for a [G] daydream [C] to take me [F] through.
_ [C] _ _ _
_ Put me in [G] my coffee break, [C] where I can have [G] a sandwich and [C] a beer. _ _ _ _
And [Bb] dance me in my machine for [F] the rest of the morning,
for [Ab] the rest of the afternoon, _ [G] _ _ [C] for the rest [G] of my [C] _ life. _ _ _ _
_ [Eb] _ _ [Bb] _ _ [C] _ _ _
_ _ _ Now my mind begins to wander, to the days back on the farm.
I can see my father _ smiling at me, swinging on his arm.
_ I can hear my granddad's stories, of the storms out on Lake Erie.
_ The vessels, _ and _ cargoes, and fortunes, of the sacred _ class of law.
_ _ _ _ [Eb] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [Bb] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [Db] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [C] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [Bb] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [F] _ _ _ _
_ [Dm] _ _ _ [Ab] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [G] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ But it's my life [C] has been wasted, and _ _ a [G] fool,
_ _ [C] to let this _ [G] manufacturer [C] use my body _ for a tool.
_ [G] I [C] can ride home in the evening, _ _ [F] _ staring at my [G] _ hands.
_ [C] Swearing by my sorrow, that a young [D] _
girl ought [C] to _ stand in the letter chain.
_ _ _ _ [Bb] Though may I work the mills, just [F] as long as I [Dm] am able.
[Ab] And never meet the men, whose [G] _ name is [C] on the label. _ _ _
And [Bb] dance me in my machine for [F] the rest of the morning,
[Ab] for the rest of the afternoon, _ [G] _ _ _ for the rest of [C] my _ _ _ _ _ life.
_ [Bb] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ [F] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [Fm] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [G] _ _ _ _ [C] _ _
_ _ [Bb] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [F] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [Fm] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [G] _ _ _ _ [C] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [C] My father was a [G] farmer, [C] and I his [G] only daughter.
_ [C] Took up with [G] the no good mill [C] work [F] in _ _ [G] Massachusetts. _ _
_ [C] Just too [G] much whiskey, _ [Cm] and leaves me these [G] three faces to [C] pee. _ _ _ _ _
[G] Now mill _ work [C] ain't easy, _ [F] mill work ain't [G] hard. _
_ [C] Mill work ain't _ [G] nothing but [Cm] an awful boring _ [G] job.
_ [C] _ Waiting for a [G] daydream [C] to take me [F] through.
_ [C] _ _ _
_ Put me in [G] my coffee break, [C] where I can have [G] a sandwich and [C] a beer. _ _ _ _
And [Bb] dance me in my machine for [F] the rest of the morning,
for [Ab] the rest of the afternoon, _ [G] _ _ [C] for the rest [G] of my [C] _ life. _ _ _ _
_ [Eb] _ _ [Bb] _ _ [C] _ _ _
_ _ _ Now my mind begins to wander, to the days back on the farm.
I can see my father _ smiling at me, swinging on his arm.
_ I can hear my granddad's stories, of the storms out on Lake Erie.
_ The vessels, _ and _ cargoes, and fortunes, of the sacred _ class of law.
_ _ _ _ [Eb] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [Bb] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [Db] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [C] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [Bb] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [F] _ _ _ _
_ [Dm] _ _ _ [Ab] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [G] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ But it's my life [C] has been wasted, and _ _ a [G] fool,
_ _ [C] to let this _ [G] manufacturer [C] use my body _ for a tool.
_ [G] I [C] can ride home in the evening, _ _ [F] _ staring at my [G] _ hands.
_ [C] Swearing by my sorrow, that a young [D] _
girl ought [C] to _ stand in the letter chain.
_ _ _ _ [Bb] Though may I work the mills, just [F] as long as I [Dm] am able.
[Ab] And never meet the men, whose [G] _ name is [C] on the label. _ _ _
And [Bb] dance me in my machine for [F] the rest of the morning,
[Ab] for the rest of the afternoon, _ [G] _ _ _ for the rest of [C] my _ _ _ _ _ life.
_ [Bb] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ [F] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [Fm] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [G] _ _ _ _ [C] _ _
_ _ [Bb] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [F] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [Fm] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [G] _ _ _ _ [C] _ _
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