Millworker Chords by James Taylor
Tempo:
70.75 bpm
Chords used:
D
G
A
Gm
C
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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[D]
[A] Now my grandfather was a sailor, [G] he blew in [A] off the water.
[D] My father was a farmer [G] and I his [D] only daughter.
Look up where the no good mill [G] working man from [D]
Massachusetts,
who dies from too [A] much whiskey, [G] and leaves me
these [A] three faces [D] to feed.
[G] [A]
[D] Mill work ain't easy, [G] mill work [A] ain't hard,
[D] Mill work it ain't nothing [G] but an awful [A] boring job.
[D] I'm waiting for a daydream [G] to take me through the morning,
[D] and put me in my coffee [G] break where I can have a sandwich,
[D] and remember, then it's [C] me and my machine [G] for the rest of the morning,
[Gm] for the rest of the afternoon, [D] and the rest of my life.
[D]
Now my mind begins to wander [G] to the days back [A] on the farm,
[D] I can see my father smiling [G] at me, swinging [A] on his arm.
[D] I can hear my granddad's [G] stories of the storms out on Lake [D] Erie,
with vessels and cargoes and [G] fortunes, and the [D] sailors life go long.
[G]
[A] Yes, but it's my life [D] has been wasted, and I've been the fool,
to let this manufacturer [G] use my body for a [D] tool.
I can ride home in the evening, [G]
staring at [D] my hand,
Sparing by my sorrow [G] that a young girl [D] ought to stand a better chance.
[C]
Or may I work the mill [G] just as long as I am able,
[Gm] and never meet the man whose name [D] is on the label.
It'd be [G] me and my machine for the [G] rest [Em] of the morning,
and [Gm] the rest of the [D] afternoon gone, [A] for the rest of [D] my life.
[A] Now my grandfather was a sailor, [G] he blew in [A] off the water.
[D] My father was a farmer [G] and I his [D] only daughter.
Look up where the no good mill [G] working man from [D]
Massachusetts,
who dies from too [A] much whiskey, [G] and leaves me
these [A] three faces [D] to feed.
[G] [A]
[D] Mill work ain't easy, [G] mill work [A] ain't hard,
[D] Mill work it ain't nothing [G] but an awful [A] boring job.
[D] I'm waiting for a daydream [G] to take me through the morning,
[D] and put me in my coffee [G] break where I can have a sandwich,
[D] and remember, then it's [C] me and my machine [G] for the rest of the morning,
[Gm] for the rest of the afternoon, [D] and the rest of my life.
[D]
Now my mind begins to wander [G] to the days back [A] on the farm,
[D] I can see my father smiling [G] at me, swinging [A] on his arm.
[D] I can hear my granddad's [G] stories of the storms out on Lake [D] Erie,
with vessels and cargoes and [G] fortunes, and the [D] sailors life go long.
[G]
[A] Yes, but it's my life [D] has been wasted, and I've been the fool,
to let this manufacturer [G] use my body for a [D] tool.
I can ride home in the evening, [G]
staring at [D] my hand,
Sparing by my sorrow [G] that a young girl [D] ought to stand a better chance.
[C]
Or may I work the mill [G] just as long as I am able,
[Gm] and never meet the man whose name [D] is on the label.
It'd be [G] me and my machine for the [G] rest [Em] of the morning,
and [Gm] the rest of the [D] afternoon gone, [A] for the rest of [D] my life.
Key:
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Gm
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[D] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
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[A] Now my grandfather was a sailor, [G] he blew in [A] off the water.
[D] My father was a farmer [G] and I his [D] only daughter.
Look up where the no good mill [G] working man from [D]
Massachusetts,
who dies from too [A] much whiskey, [G] and leaves me
these [A] three faces [D] to feed.
_ _ _ [G] _ [A] _ _
_ [D] Mill work ain't easy, [G] mill work [A] ain't hard,
[D] Mill work it ain't nothing [G] but an awful [A] boring job.
[D] I'm waiting for a daydream [G] to take me through the morning,
[D] and put me in my coffee [G] break where I can have a sandwich,
[D] and remember, _ then it's [C] me and my machine [G] for the rest of the morning,
[Gm] for the rest of the afternoon, [D] _ and the rest of my life.
_ _ _ _ _ [D] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
Now my mind begins to wander [G] to the days back [A] on the farm,
[D] I can see my father smiling [G] at me, swinging [A] on his arm.
[D] I can hear my granddad's [G] stories of the storms out on Lake [D] Erie,
with vessels and cargoes and [G] fortunes, and the [D] sailors life go long.
_ _ _ [G] _
[A] _ Yes, but it's my life [D] has been wasted, and I've been the fool,
to let this manufacturer [G] use my body for a [D] tool.
I can ride home in the evening, [G]
staring at [D] my hand,
Sparing by my sorrow [G] that a young girl [D] ought to stand a better chance.
_ _ [C]
Or may I work the mill [G] just as long as I am able,
[Gm] and never meet the man whose name [D] is on the label.
It'd be [G] me and my machine for the [G] rest [Em] of the morning,
and [Gm] the rest of the [D] afternoon gone, [A] for the rest of [D] my life. _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[A] Now my grandfather was a sailor, [G] he blew in [A] off the water.
[D] My father was a farmer [G] and I his [D] only daughter.
Look up where the no good mill [G] working man from [D]
Massachusetts,
who dies from too [A] much whiskey, [G] and leaves me
these [A] three faces [D] to feed.
_ _ _ [G] _ [A] _ _
_ [D] Mill work ain't easy, [G] mill work [A] ain't hard,
[D] Mill work it ain't nothing [G] but an awful [A] boring job.
[D] I'm waiting for a daydream [G] to take me through the morning,
[D] and put me in my coffee [G] break where I can have a sandwich,
[D] and remember, _ then it's [C] me and my machine [G] for the rest of the morning,
[Gm] for the rest of the afternoon, [D] _ and the rest of my life.
_ _ _ _ _ [D] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
Now my mind begins to wander [G] to the days back [A] on the farm,
[D] I can see my father smiling [G] at me, swinging [A] on his arm.
[D] I can hear my granddad's [G] stories of the storms out on Lake [D] Erie,
with vessels and cargoes and [G] fortunes, and the [D] sailors life go long.
_ _ _ [G] _
[A] _ Yes, but it's my life [D] has been wasted, and I've been the fool,
to let this manufacturer [G] use my body for a [D] tool.
I can ride home in the evening, [G]
staring at [D] my hand,
Sparing by my sorrow [G] that a young girl [D] ought to stand a better chance.
_ _ [C]
Or may I work the mill [G] just as long as I am able,
[Gm] and never meet the man whose name [D] is on the label.
It'd be [G] me and my machine for the [G] rest [Em] of the morning,
and [Gm] the rest of the [D] afternoon gone, [A] for the rest of [D] my life. _ _ _ _ _ _
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