(Nate Albert/Dicky Barrett/Bosstones)
Do I really wanna step in here?
I feel like my father at the horse track
When he's down to his last sawbuck
Do I really wanna step in here,
I'm not as sure as I appear
Tell me should we make this move
And if it seems pathetic, pardon me
I'm not as sure as I appear
Thought it over
Thought I'd walk over
And over coffee we could chat
But then,
Then I thought again 'cause what was was over
And now I know that
Thought I'd call, we could talk it over
I knew that wouldn't work out somehow
What was was over and I should just get over
And that is where I'm at right now
I'm really glad that you are here
What could be could beat what was
We are is at any rate,
I'm really glad that you are here
Thought it over, thought I'd walk over
And over coffee we could chat
But then,
Then I though again
'cause what was was over now I know that
Thought I'd call we could talk it over
I knew that wouldn't work somehow
What was was over and I should just get over
And that is where I'm at right now
And we are is because
What was is now was
Pray for rain, it never does
And after all that we've done been through is is gonna have to do
And we are is because
What was is now was
Pray for rain, it never does
And after all we've been through is
Is gonna have to doNow 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 millworking man
From Massachusetts
Who dies from too much whiskey
And leaves me these three faces to feed
Millwork ain't easy
Millwork ain't hard
Millwork it ain't nothing
But an awful boring job
I'm waiting for a daydream
To take me through the morning
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 morning
For the rest of the afternoon
And the rest of my life
Now my mind begins to wander
To the days back on the farm
I can see my father smiling at me
Swinging on his arm
I can hear my granddad's stories
Of the storms out on Lake Eerie
Where vessels and cargos and fortunes
And sailors' lives were lost
Yes, but it's my life has been wasted
And I have been the fool
To let this manufacturer
Use my body for a tool
I can ride home in the evening
Staring at my hands
Swearing by my sorrow that a young girl
Ought to stand a better chance
So may I work the mills just as long as I am able
And never meet the man whose name is on the label
it be me and my machine
For the rest of the morning
And the rest of the afternoon
Gone for the rest of my life