"Miller's Will" lyrics - JERRY GARCIA AND DAVID GRISMAN

[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