mill boys şarkı sözü

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
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, buy, with cotton as your trade
sun comes up like lightning over tandle hills 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