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  1. Millsboro

From the album Motel Americana

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Lyrics

Well, we set to working this grist mill with our hands
On the banks of Indian River just south of Maryland
Elisha said “Build a dam.” and we damned that riverbed
Water washed away the farm, I worked till my hands bled
In Millsboro

I can see my life spinning on this wheel
Grinding me away until there's nothing left to feel
I used to believe in the goodness of all men
Put my faith in God but now it’s growing dim
In Millsboro

Meet me down Old Landing Road where my farm once hid
Tonight we’ll steal away across the bridge
Of Millsboro

Goodbye Millsboro

For info about the town: https://www.millsboro.org/shopcontent.asp?type=History-of-Millsboro