The Miller’s Will

Lyrics
[Verse 1: Jerry Garcia] There was an old miller and he lived alone Had three sons all fully grown When the time came to make out his will All he had left was a little grist mill [Refrain: Jerry Garcia] Singing fol-dig-a-di-oh, fol-dig-a-day [Verse 2: Jerry Garcia] He called to him his eldest son Said, "Son, oh, son my race is run If I a miller of you make Pray tell me what toll you take?" [Refrain: Jerry Garcia] Singing fol-dig-a-di-oh, fol-dig-a-day [Verse 3: Jerry Garcia] Father, oh father my name is Bill Out of each bushel I'd take a gill You fool, you fool, the old man cried On such a little you'll never get a rise [Refrain: Jerry Garcia] Singing fol-dig-a-di-oh, fol-dig-a-day [Verse 4: Jerry Garcia] Well, he called to him his second son Said, "Son, oh, son, my race is run If I a miller of you make Pray tell me what toll you'd take?" [Refrain: Jerry Garcia] Singing fol-dig-a-di-oh, fol-dig-a-day [Verse 5: Jerry Garcia] Father, oh father, my name is, Ralph Out of each bushel I'd take half Not enough, not enough, the old man said Such a little you'd never get ahead [Refrain: Jerry Garcia] Singing fol-dig-a-di-oh, fol-dig-a-day [Verse 6: Jerry Garcia] He called to him his youngest son Said, "son oh son my race is run If I a miller of you make Pray tell me what toll you would take?" [Refrain: Jerry Garcia] Singing fol-dig-a-di-oh, fol-dig-a-day [Verse 7: Jerry Garcia] Father, oh father, my name is Paul Out of each bushel I'd take all Hallelujah, the old man cried Then he turned up him toes and he died [Refrain: Jerry Garcia] Singing fol-dig-a-di-oh, fol-dig-a-day [Instrumental Break] [Verse 8: Jerry Garcia] They buried him in a little box grave Some do not think his soul was saved Where he went I could not say But I rather believe he went the other way [Refrain: Jerry Garcia] Singing fol-dig-a-di-oh, fol-dig-a-day [Outro: Jerry Garcia] Singing fol-dig-a-di-oh, fol-dig-a-day
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