[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
[GRACE & MAN 2]
It's my life has been wasted
And I have been a fool
To let this manufacture'
Use my body for a tool
I ride home in the evenings
Staring at my hands
Swearing by my sorrow

[GRACE]
That a young girl ought to stand a better chance...

[GRACE & MAN 2]
And may I work this mill
Just as long as I am able (Long as I am able)
And never meet the man
Whose name is on the label...
It's me and my machine
For the rest of the morning
For the rest of the afternoon

[GRACE]
Gone
And the rest of my life...