Tim McFate - Hamilton Web

Many years ago I worked a shift
Down at Hamilton Web, Down at Hamilton Web
An old weaver's mill long past its day
Tucked away in a smugglers cove
It Was
Somewhere between Wickford and Bonnet Shores
Oh yes it was
Long ago along the East coast
Eastern shores

I would make that weekly trip
To the airport 40 miles
It was a suicide run
Kawasaki 5-0-0
How fast I was going
Heaven only knows
I'd
Trading a box of narrow weave
For a package of dreams
Burger and beer at Tommy's
And a bit of overtime

I was the stockman
And I learned every job on the floor
The canteen truck and a eggamuff,
A little banter with Canteen Joe
A side bet or two on the Celts or the Sox"s
Every week I delivered the box
Yea I worked a shift
Down at Hamilton Web

Every night I locked the place up
Wandering the empty second floor
Abandoned looms and dying light
The smell of wood and oil
That's for sure
Stirred up by the ghosts of East Coast weavers
Filling the room with distant shadows
Of the folks that came and went and came again, before
Many years ago I worked a shift
Down at Hamilton Web, Down at Hamilton Web

Written by:
Jeff Armstrong

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