mill boys
Singer:barclay james harvest
number 12 bus shuffling down shaw road way
black-faced lifers peck the ground
sun comes up like lightning over tandle hills grey
she'll take you to your grave
tell you boy to use your head
with cotton as your trade
sun comes up like lightning over tandle hills grey
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