Tom: D
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Now my grandfather was a sailor, he blew in off the water
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My father was a farmer and I, his only daughter,
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took up with a no-good millworking man from Massachusetts
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who dies from too much whiskey and leaves me these three faces to feed
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Mill-work ain't easy mill-work ain't hard
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Mill-work, it ain't nothing but an awful boring job
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I'm waiting for a day dream to take me through the morning
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and put me in my coffee break where I can have a sandwich and remember
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Then it's me and my machine for the rest of the morning
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for the rest of the afternoon
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and the rest of my life
Now my mind begins to wander to the days back on the farm
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So may I work the mills just as long as I am able
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and never meet the man whose name is on the label
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It be me and my machine for the rest of the morning
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for the rest of the afternoon
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and the rest of my life