Four in the morning drags you out of bed
Gotta get dressed, start bringin' home the bread
Walkin' on concrete with torn-up shoes
10 years spent with the mill room bluesThe morning whistle blows and the head bows down
Ten-hour days then it's homeward bound
I gotta clean and make my babies food
20 years spent with the mill room bluesWorkin' everyday for all the money I can make
Keep liftin' weights till my back begins to break
And yet I'm still behind on dues
30 years spent with the mill room bluesI'm working hard tryna raise 5 kids
So they don't have to live the life that I did
Them silly rich folk just ain't gotta clue
To have their whole life spent with the mill room blues
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