Old Man At The Mill - Ian Matthews
Written by:Michael Nesmith
Same old man workin' at the mill
Mill turns around of it's own free will
Hand in the hopper and the other in a sack
Ladies step forward and the gents fall back
Down said the owl his head all white
Lonesome day and a lonesome night
Thought I heard a pretty girl say
Work all night and sleep next day
Same old man workin' at the mill
Mill turns around of it's own free will
Hand in the hopper and the other in a sack
Ladies step forward and the gents fall back
My said raven as she flew
If I was a young man I'd have two
One for to fetch and the other for to sew
I'd have a little string for my bow bow bow
Same old man workin' at the mill
Mill turns around of it's own free will
Hand in the hopper and the other in a sack
Ladies step forward and the gents fall back
My old man's in kalamazoo
He don't wear no yes I do
First to the left and then to the right
This old mill grinds day and night
Same old man workin' at the mill
Mill turns around of it's own free will
Hand in the hopper and the other in a sack
Ladies step forward and the gents fall back