| Lyrics: | 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 |
