Barclay James Harvest

Mill Boys

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 Tandle Hills grey
Ch.
We are mill boys, stuck on the hill boys
Stuck in the mill boys, 'till our dying day
Ch. on Poor Boy Blues (Solo)
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 in nothing, boy, with cotton as your trade
Sun comes up like lightning over Tandle Hills grey
Ch. *2
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
Barclay James Harvest.Everyone is everybody else.1974.
Chords by AMJ.