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SAME OLD MAN
(Trad)

Chorus:
Same old man workin' at the mill
Mill turns around of its own free will
With a hand in the hopper and the other in the sack
Ladies step forward and the gents fall back

Down flew an owl with its head all white
Lonesome day and a lonesome night
Thought I heard a pretty girl say
Court all night and you sleep next day

Well then said the raven as she flew
If I was a young one I'd have two
One for to fetch and the other for to sew
I'd have a string for my bow, bow, bow

And my old man's in Kalamazoo
And he don't wear no yes I do
First to the left and then to the right
This old mill grinds day and night

The notes on the 'Rita Connolly' album give it as an Appalachian song.