Текст (слова) песни: The 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 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
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