Chords for James Taylor - Millworker (from Pull Over)

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_ _ [Am] _ [D] _ _ _ My grandfather was a sailor, [G] he blew it off [D] the water.
My father was a farmer and I his only daughter.
So come with no good millworkin' [G] man from [D] _ Massachusetts,
Who dies from too much whiskey [G] and leaves me these [D] three faces to feed. _ _
_ [C] _ [G] _ _ [D] Oh, millwork ain't easy, millwork ain't hard,
_ Millwork, it ain't nothin' but an awful boring job.
Waitin' on a daydream [Bm] to take me through the [D] morning,
Put me in my coffee [G] break where I can [D] have a sandwich,
And remember _ [C] that it's me and my machine
[G] For the rest [Bm] of the [Em] morning [G] and [Gm] the rest of the afternoon
[Em] And the rest of my [D] life. _ _ _ _ _
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_ _ Now my mind begins to wander [G] to the [D] days back on the farm,
I can see my father smiling at [G] me, swinging on [D] his arm.
[A] [D] I hear my granddad's stories of the [G] storms [D] out on Lake Erie,
Where vessels and cargoes and fortunes and sailors' [A] lives were [D] lost.
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[A] _ Yeah, but it's [D] my life has been wasted, [G] and it's I've been the [D] fool
Let this manufacturer use my [G] body for a [D] tool.
I'll ride home every evening, I'll be [G] staring [D] at my hat,
Swearing to my sorrow that a younger lot to stand,
That a chance.
_ _ [C] So may I work your mills just as [G] long as I have [Em] able,
[Gm] And never meet the man [D] whose name is on the label.
It's [C] still me and my machine [G] for the rest [Bm] of [Em] the morning,
[Gm] And the rest of the afternoon, solid [A] gold,
For the rest of [D] my life. _ _ _ _ _ _ _
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