Letras
As we sit on this bench
Six days in a row
From sunup to sundown
With not much to show
No future is seen
There's smoke in the air
And we do this all
For the children
There's a place that we go
To gather and meet
Put the work week behind us
And dress up and greet
Words that are shared
Of gratitude and hope
As we waltz on the dance floor
At the mill worker's ball
Choices are made
Without a thought
And all will be well
This is what's taught
Find yourself a man
A woman and mate
And set it all up
For the children
We stay in our lanes
We do our best
Making the grade
To prove to the rest
Every nut, every bolt
Every strike of the awl
We look back and remember
The mill worker's ball
We stand in our lines
And we do our best
Making the grade
To prove who's the best
Every nut, every bolt
Every strike of the awl
We look back and remember
The mill worker's ball
Then it's back to the bench
Every strike of the awl
And the dreams of the mills
And the mill worker's ball