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* GRIST
FOR THE MILL *
WINNIE
It takes a runnin' crick,
A turnin' rock,
A heavy sack of corn,
And a water wheel.
You've got to grind it down.
SEAN,
ED, NEWTON
Crush it down.
WINNIE
Go against the grain...
WINNIE,
SEAN, ED, NEWTON
To make a meal.
WINNIE
Off in the hollers there's all sorts of trouble brewin'
Where them backwoodsmen ply their trade.
The law may get 'em if it finds out what they're doin',
But if it does, still the miller will get paid.
You take them fine, fat kernels off the corncob.
But it won't make liquor in your still.
No, you can fuss and fiddle,
But the step that's in the middle can't be missed,
And it's grist for the mill.
HAZEL
You take them fine fat kernels off the corncob.
WINNIE
You take them fine fat kernels off the cob.
HAZEL
But it won't make liquor in your still.
WINNIE
It won't make liquor in your still.
HAZEL,
WINNIE
No, you can fuss and fiddle,
But the step that's in the middle can't be missed,
And it's grist for the mill.
HAZEL,
WINNIE, SEAN, ED, NEWTON
Oh, all the world gets crushed beneath the grindstone,
But still the miller gets her fill.
And while that wheel keeps turnin'
There's a lesson for the learnin'.
HAZEL,
WINNIE
And the gist of it is,
No matter what may be the business,
With a twist,
HAZEL,
WINNIE, SEAN, ED, NEWTON
It's all grist for the mill.
©
2009 by Peter Mills