Chords for James Taylor - "Millworker" [Madrid 18/03/2015]
Tempo:
64.65 bpm
Chords used:
D
G
A
C
Gm
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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[D]
[A] [G]
[Am] [D]
My grandfather was a sailor, [G] he'd go up in the water.
[D] My father was a farmer and [G] I his only daughter.
[D] Took up with an old good mill working man from Massachusetts.
I couldn't buy too much whiskey, and it [G] leaves me these [A] three faces to [D] feed.
[G] [A] [D] Long mill work, it ain't easy.
[G] Little work, it's hard.
[D] No work ain't nothing but an [D] awful boring job.
I'm waiting on daydream [G] to take me through the [A] morning.
[D] Put me in my coffee break where [G] I can have [D] my sandwich, remember.
And let [C] me have my whiskey [G] for the rest of the morning, [Gm] and the rest of the afternoon, [D] and the rest of my life.
How [A] am I begins to wander [G] to the days back on [A] the farm.
[D] I can see my father smiling at [G] me, swinging [A] on his arm.
[D] I hear my granddad's stories [G] of the storms of [A] old Main Gear.
Our [D] vessels and cargos [G] and [A] fortunes and sailors' lives were [D] lost.
[C] [A] Yeah, but it's my life has been wasted, [G] and it's I who've [D] been the fool.
But this man in black [A] used my body [D] for a tool.
I'm back home every [A] evening.
I'll [G] be staring at my hands.
[D] Swear into my sorrow [G] that a young girl ought to [A] stand.
[D]
[C] So may I work your mill just [G] as long as I am cold [Gm] and never meet the man [A] whose name is [D] on the label.
It's [C] the key in my machine [G] for the rest of the morning, and [Gm] the rest of the afternoon, silent [A] dawn, for the rest of my [D] life.
[C] [D]
[Am] [D]
[A] [G]
[Am] [D]
My grandfather was a sailor, [G] he'd go up in the water.
[D] My father was a farmer and [G] I his only daughter.
[D] Took up with an old good mill working man from Massachusetts.
I couldn't buy too much whiskey, and it [G] leaves me these [A] three faces to [D] feed.
[G] [A] [D] Long mill work, it ain't easy.
[G] Little work, it's hard.
[D] No work ain't nothing but an [D] awful boring job.
I'm waiting on daydream [G] to take me through the [A] morning.
[D] Put me in my coffee break where [G] I can have [D] my sandwich, remember.
And let [C] me have my whiskey [G] for the rest of the morning, [Gm] and the rest of the afternoon, [D] and the rest of my life.
How [A] am I begins to wander [G] to the days back on [A] the farm.
[D] I can see my father smiling at [G] me, swinging [A] on his arm.
[D] I hear my granddad's stories [G] of the storms of [A] old Main Gear.
Our [D] vessels and cargos [G] and [A] fortunes and sailors' lives were [D] lost.
[C] [A] Yeah, but it's my life has been wasted, [G] and it's I who've [D] been the fool.
But this man in black [A] used my body [D] for a tool.
I'm back home every [A] evening.
I'll [G] be staring at my hands.
[D] Swear into my sorrow [G] that a young girl ought to [A] stand.
[D]
[C] So may I work your mill just [G] as long as I am cold [Gm] and never meet the man [A] whose name is [D] on the label.
It's [C] the key in my machine [G] for the rest of the morning, and [Gm] the rest of the afternoon, silent [A] dawn, for the rest of my [D] life.
[C] [D]
[Am] [D]
Key:
D
G
A
C
Gm
D
G
A
_ _ [D] _ _ _ _ _ _
[A] _ _ [G] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [Am] _ _ [D] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ My grandfather was a sailor, [G] he'd go up in the water.
[D] My father was a farmer and [G] I his only daughter.
[D] Took up with an old good mill working man from Massachusetts.
I couldn't buy too much whiskey, and it [G] leaves me these [A] three faces to [D] feed. _
_ _ [G] _ _ [A] _ [D] Long mill work, it ain't easy.
[G] Little work, it's hard.
[D] No work ain't nothing but an [D] awful boring job.
I'm waiting on daydream [G] to take me through the [A] morning.
[D] Put me in my coffee break where [G] I can have [D] my sandwich, remember. _
And let [C] me have my whiskey [G] for the rest of the morning, [Gm] and the rest of the afternoon, [D] and the rest of my life. _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ How [A] am I begins to wander [G] to the days back on [A] the farm.
[D] I can see my father smiling at [G] me, swinging [A] on his arm.
[D] I hear my granddad's stories [G] of the storms of [A] old Main Gear.
Our [D] vessels and cargos [G] and [A] fortunes and sailors' lives were [D] lost.
_ _ [C] _ _ [A] _ Yeah, but it's my life has been wasted, [G] and it's I who've [D] been the fool.
But this man in black [A] used my body [D] for a tool.
I'm back home every [A] evening.
I'll [G] be staring at my hands.
[D] Swear into my sorrow [G] that a young girl ought to [A] stand.
_ [D] _
_ _ [C] So may I work your mill just [G] as long as I am cold [Gm] and never meet the man [A] whose name is [D] on the label.
It's [C] the key in my machine [G] for the rest of the morning, and [Gm] the rest of the afternoon, silent [A] dawn, for the rest of my [D] life. _ _ _
_ _ [C] _ _ [D] _ _ _ _
_ _ [Am] _ _ [D] _ _ _ _
[A] _ _ [G] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [Am] _ _ [D] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ My grandfather was a sailor, [G] he'd go up in the water.
[D] My father was a farmer and [G] I his only daughter.
[D] Took up with an old good mill working man from Massachusetts.
I couldn't buy too much whiskey, and it [G] leaves me these [A] three faces to [D] feed. _
_ _ [G] _ _ [A] _ [D] Long mill work, it ain't easy.
[G] Little work, it's hard.
[D] No work ain't nothing but an [D] awful boring job.
I'm waiting on daydream [G] to take me through the [A] morning.
[D] Put me in my coffee break where [G] I can have [D] my sandwich, remember. _
And let [C] me have my whiskey [G] for the rest of the morning, [Gm] and the rest of the afternoon, [D] and the rest of my life. _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ How [A] am I begins to wander [G] to the days back on [A] the farm.
[D] I can see my father smiling at [G] me, swinging [A] on his arm.
[D] I hear my granddad's stories [G] of the storms of [A] old Main Gear.
Our [D] vessels and cargos [G] and [A] fortunes and sailors' lives were [D] lost.
_ _ [C] _ _ [A] _ Yeah, but it's my life has been wasted, [G] and it's I who've [D] been the fool.
But this man in black [A] used my body [D] for a tool.
I'm back home every [A] evening.
I'll [G] be staring at my hands.
[D] Swear into my sorrow [G] that a young girl ought to [A] stand.
_ [D] _
_ _ [C] So may I work your mill just [G] as long as I am cold [Gm] and never meet the man [A] whose name is [D] on the label.
It's [C] the key in my machine [G] for the rest of the morning, and [Gm] the rest of the afternoon, silent [A] dawn, for the rest of my [D] life. _ _ _
_ _ [C] _ _ [D] _ _ _ _
_ _ [Am] _ _ [D] _ _ _ _