Hamilton Web ft. Jeff Armstrong Lyrics

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 forty miles

It was a suicide run

Kawasaki five oh oh

How fast I was going

Heaven only knows

I'd trade 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 egg Mcmuff

A little banter with Canteen Joe

A side bet or two on the Celts or the Sox

Every week I delivered the box

Yeah 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

Many years ago I worked a shift

Down at Hamilton Web, Down at Hamilton Web