Greg Brown - Down At The Mill Lyrics

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Down at the mill down at the mill

The mill broke down it's broken still.

I never did find you and i guess i never will

Unless you meet me down at the mill.

It's always august sweat on your neck

You do the work but you never see a check.

Fat annie waiting for you - man if looks could kill

You never would have woke this morning down at the mill.

Young guys on motorcycles hard eyes hardons

Go chasing through the woods to the muddy yellow pond.

Their hands are filthy their souls are dirty

They shoot the shit with a 30-30.

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Down at the mill down at the mill

Grampa spit tobacco at a barrel full of swill.

There's a sawdust mountain and a slabwood hill

And jim beam on the jammer down at the mill.

Dammit now i told you goddammit i said

Get that little bastard frank smack him on the head.

I'm on my way to jesus but i'm moving slow

If you think that you can take me c'mon let's go.

Grease of the engine whine of the saw

The trouble with the customers they're all in-laws

Don't even ask them about the way they feel

They're all broke down like the damn old mill.

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