Mill Boys Lyrics - Barclay James Harvest

Sky was black, Lord, rain came pouring down 

Number 12 bus shuffling down Shaw Road way 

Mules keep spinning, black-faced lifers peck the ground 

Sun comes up like lightning over Tango Hill grey 

We are mill boys, stuck on the hill boys 

Stuck in the mill boys, 'till our dying day 

We are mill boys, stuck on the hill boys 

Stuck in the mill boys, 'till our dying day 

Cotton mill will get you, boy, she'll take you to your grave 

Tell you boy to use your head, apprentice out your days 

You'll end up a nothing, boy, with cotton as your trade 

Sun comes up like lightning over Tango Hill grey 

We are mill boys, stuck on the hill boys 

Stuck in the mill boys, 'till our dying day 

We are mill boys, stuck on the hill boys 

Stuck in the mill boys, 'till our dying day 

It's easy to see a poor boy's blues 

When he's working every day 

It's harder to be there in his shoes 

He was born to be that way