it s the same old man a livin at the mill the mill turns around of its own free will and hand in the hopper the other in a sack the ladies step forward and the gents fall back and down sat an owl with its head all light a lonesome day needs a lonesome night i thought i heard a pretty girl say court all night and you sleep next day and my old man s from kalamazoo he don t wear no yes i do oh once to the left and once to the right and this old mill spins day and night it s the same old man a livin at the mill the mill turns around of its own free will and hand in the hopper the other in a sack the ladies step forward and the gents fall back