[GRACE]
Grandad was a sailor
And he blew in off the water
My father was a farmer
And I his only daughter
I took up with a no-good
Millworking man from Massachusetts
Who died from too much whiskey
And leaves me these three faces to feed...
Millwork ain't easy
Millwork ain't hard
Millwork most often is
A goddamn awful boring job
And I'm waiting for a daydream
To take me through the morning
And put me in my coffee break
So I can have my sandwich and remember...
It's me and my machine
For the rest of the morning
For the rest of the afternoon
And the rest of my life
My mind begins to wander
To my days back on thе farm
And I can see my father smiling at me
Swinging on his arm
And I can hear my grandad's storiеs
Of storms out on Lake Erie
Vessels and cargoes
Fortunes and sailors' lives were lost
Grandad was a sailor
And he blew in off the water
My father was a farmer
And I his only daughter
I took up with a no-good
Millworking man from Massachusetts
Who died from too much whiskey
And leaves me these three faces to feed...
Millwork ain't easy
Millwork ain't hard
Millwork most often is
A goddamn awful boring job
And I'm waiting for a daydream
To take me through the morning
And put me in my coffee break
So I can have my sandwich and remember...
It's me and my machine
For the rest of the morning
For the rest of the afternoon
And the rest of my life
My mind begins to wander
To my days back on thе farm
And I can see my father smiling at me
Swinging on his arm
And I can hear my grandad's storiеs
Of storms out on Lake Erie
Vessels and cargoes
Fortunes and sailors' lives were lost
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