Chords for Emmylou Harris - Millworker

[Eb] _ _ _ [Bm] _ _ [C] _ _ _
_ _ _ [G] My grandfather [C] was a sailor, [F] he blew in all [G] the woodwork.
[C] My father [G] was a farmer, [F] and I his [G] only daughter.
[C] Took up [G] with a no good mill [F] working man from [G] Massachusetts.
[C] We died from too [G] much mischief, [F] he'd leave me [G] these three pieces [C] to feed.
_ _ [G] Now mill work [C] ain't easy, [F] mill work [G] ain't hard.
[C] Mill work ain't [G] nothing [F] but an awful boring [G] job.
[C] Waiting for the [G] daydream to [F] take me [G] through the morning.
[C] And put me [G] in my coffee break [F] where I can [G] have a sandwich [C] and a burger.
And [Bb] dance me in my machine [F] for the rest of the morning.
[Ab] For the rest of the afternoon.
[G] _ For the [F] rest of [C] my _ life.
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_ _ [G] Now my mind begins [C] to wander [F] to the days back on the [G] farm.
[C] I can see my [G] father smiling [F] at me, swinging [G] on his own.
[C] I can hear my [G] granddad's story of [F] the stones out on [G] Lake Erie.
[C] Where vessels and [G] cargoes and [F] porches, _ [G] sailors [C] miles along.
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_ _ [C] But _ _ _ [Bb] _
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_ _ _ [G] _ _ _ it's my life [C] has been wasted, [F] I've been [G] fooled.
[C] To let this [G] manufacture [F] use my body for [G] a tool.
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I'd hold the [G] evening _ [F] staring at my [G] head.
[C] And swearing by [G] my sorrow that [F] a young girl ought [G] to stand a better [C] _
chance.
[Bb] So may I work the mills [F] just as long as [Dm] I am able.
[Ab] Never meet the man [C] whose name is on the label.
And [Bb] dance me in my machine for the [F] rest of the morning.
For [Ab] the rest of the afternoon.
[G] _ For the [C] rest of my _
_ [C] [Bb] life.
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