Old Man at the Mill

Chorus
Same old man livin' at the mill
The mill turns around of its own free will
One hand in the hopper and the other in the sack
Ladies step forward and the gents fall back

Down sat the owl with his head all white
Lonesome day and a lonesome night
Thought I heard some pretty girl say
Court all night and sleep all day

Then said the raven as she flew
If I was a young man I'd have two
If one got saucy and wanted to go
I'd have a new string for my bow

My old man's from Kalamazoo
He don't wear no, "yes, I do,"
First to the left and then to the right
This old mill grinds day and night