Lyrics Millworker.lrc Bette Midler
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[ti:Millworker]
[ar:Bette Midler]
[al:Thighs And Whispers]
[00:01.37]Millworker – Bette Midler
[00:22.08]Now my grandfather was a sailor.
[00:25.27]
[00:25.89]He blew in off the water.
[00:29.57]My father was a farmer
[00:33.19]and I his only daughter.
[00:37.00]Took up with a no good
[00:40.12]millworking man from Massachusetts
[00:44.24]who died from too much whiskey
[00:48.11]and leaves me these three faces to feed.
[00:53.71]
[00:59.32]Millwork ain’t easy, millwork ain’t hard.
[01:06.69]Millwork, it ain’t nothin’
[01:09.68]but an awful, boring job.
[01:13.74]I’m waiting for a daydream
[01:17.29]to take me through the mornin’;
[01:20.35]
[01:21.23]Put me in my coffee break
[01:24.59]where I can have a sandwhich and remember.
[01:30.90]
[01:31.64]And it’s me and my machine
[01:35.51]for the rest of the mornin’,
[01:39.45]for the rest of the afternoon,
[01:43.69]
[01:45.00]for the rest of my life.
[01:48.49]
[01:55.36]Now my mind begins to wander
[01:58.85]to the days back on the farm.
[02:02.22]
[02:02.78]I can see my father smilin’
[02:06.03]and me swingin’ on his arm.
[02:10.08]I can hear my granddad’s stories
[02:13.71]of the storms out on Lake Erie,
[02:18.01]where vessels and cargos
[02:21.32]and fortunes and sailor’s lives were lost.
[02:26.25]
[02:31.99]Yeah, but it’s my life that’s been wasted.
[02:36.42]And I have been the fool
[02:39.54]
[02:40.16]to let this manufacture
[02:43.10]use my body for a tool.
[02:47.15]As I ride home in the evenin’
[02:51.08]I’m staring at my hands,
[02:54.02]
[02:54.82]swearin’ by my sorrow
[02:58.38]that a young girl ought to stand a better chance.
[03:02.75]
[03:05.56]Oh, but may I work the mills
[03:09.06]just as long as I’m able,
[03:13.48]and never meet the man
[03:16.73]who’s name is on the label.
[03:21.54]
[03:22.16]Whoa, it’s me and my machine
[03:27.28]for the rest of the mornin’,
[03:30.02]for the rest of the afternoon,
[03:33.45]
[03:35.88]for the rest of my lifeYear of Release: 1979