Mill Room Blues Lyrics - Corey Cyr

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 blues 

The 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 blues 

Workin' 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 blues 

I'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