"The Mill" genre: Blues Rock
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	Having to have a job sucks. It threatens my creativity and in general is a inconveniece to have. I am not rich; I barely survive as it is and this song is about serving my prison sentance at on of the most physically demanding jobs I have ever had. Manual labor and fighting to keep my art alive.
	CD: Bookmaker   Label: Northern Sound Credits: Words & Music by Mojo Perry Copyright 2000
	Story Behind the Song Over the past 16 years I’ve done countless gigs. Over the past 26 years, I’ve woodshed chop after chop. I stand today with virtually a lifetime of work put into my music. Before I could read, ride a bike, swim, or even had a remote clue as to what life was like, I was playing my guitar. Gig after gig, I suffer the frustration of people asking me “Is music all you do?....It’s too bad that you can’t do it full time.” I know it’s a great compliment to my playing, but it makes having to have a job worse than it really should be. I work at a mill to help pay my bills, and struggle to survive like every other person in this world. One morning at work, I bumped into a friend. He seemed to be really down. I asked him what was wrong and he told me that he was working a double shift coming down off of third shift because he really needed the money. That night, as I lay in my bed, sore and tired, I couldn’t help but think that it takes a hell of a person to kill themselves to provide for their family. I wrote the music that night. Later, while on several different shifts, I wrote the words. I realized that night my frustrations are the same as other people’s frustrations. This song is for the blue collar workers throughout the world. Lyrics The Mill Earnin my dimes, at the ol’ mill if the sweat and the heat won’t kill me, growin old will So I close my eyes, to the sweat and the heat maybe when I open them, things will have changed chorus and it’s a shame, it’s a shame, doin’ time at the ol’ mill My father he once told me, you gotta keep your head down and keep your nose to the grindstones, so as troubles won’t be found So I close my eyes, to each and every day maybe when I open them, child, things will have changed chorus and it’s the bills, that never get paid so I go to work early, and I come home late so I close my eyes, to the sweat and the heat maybe when I open them, things will have changed chorus Gonna find me a woman, gonna make her my wife and make myself a brand new baby boy, and pray he’ll have a life so I close my eyes, to each and every day maybe when I open them, things will have changed chorus

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