Track Title: Millworker Album Title: Live, disc 1 Prime Artist: James Taylor Producer: Don Grolnick Producer: George Massenburg Written by: James Taylor Lyrics: Now my grandfather was a sailor, he blew in off the water My father was a farmer, and I his only daughter Took up with a no-good millworkin' man from Massachusettes Who dies from too much whiskey, and leaves me these three faces to feed. Millwork ain't easy, millwork ain't hard Millworkin', it ain't nothin' but an awful borin' job I'm waitin' for a daydream to take me through the mornin' And put me in my coffee break, where I can have a sandwich, and remember. Then it's me and my machine for the rest of the mornin' And the rest of the afternoon, for the rest of my life. Now as my mind begins to wander to the days back on the farm I can see my father smilin' at me swingin' on his arm I can hear my granddad's stories, all the storms are on Lake Eerie With vessels and cargo and fortunes, and sailors lives were lost. Yes but it's my life has been wasted, and I have played the fool To let this manufacturer use my body for a tool I can ride home in the evenin', starin' at my hands Swearin' by my sorrow that a young girl ought to stand a better chance. May I work the mills just as long as I am able And never meet the man who's name is on the label And it be me and my machine for the rest of the mornin' And the rest of the afternoon, for the rest of my life.