Lyrics:
I had a job, I had a girl
I had something going, mister, in this world
I got laid off down at the lumber yard
Our love went bad, times got hard
I had a job, I had a girl
I had something going, mister, in this world
I got laid off down at the lumber yard
Our love went bad, times got hard
I receive my big promotion, down at the lumber yard
And my income tax return will soon be due
I just made my last big payment on my 68 Corver
I've got a Grandpa Rudd
He gave thirty years to the lumber yard
Loving his family and working hard
Got a faith like a solid rock
He's just doing
Bobby's help they built again
Building in a forest will
Get you on to Alaskan mills
Meadows are like lumber yards
Trees could fill
Put plaid shirts
Dad taught me how to work hard
Hot summer in a lumber yard
I turned a wrench on my first car
Picked out some chords on the guitar
I was afraid I'd
and dream
In the branches of the evergreen
We take Betsy walking
In the back field by the lumber yard
Sammy cut worms with bare hands
And I loved him with
dishes clean
Planned to stay in this city for a while
For a while
Joseph ran a lumber yard
About a mile from Olive park
Quiet boy, he never had much
jargon. Their necks are covered in chocolatey growths.
Spat up an eyeful of steam in the lumber yard parking lot.
Written in her own shit with a ground
Spread like a fire in a lumber yard
Saddle up boys,and call up the mission
A hundred strong in the providence hall
Pray boys for the prohibition
Damn
guard, I'll sleep
Tonight in a lumber yard in the next old town she pulls in.
Listen to rhythm of the wheels go 'round.
Hypnotic sound of the driver,
clean
Planned to stay in the city for awhile (for awhile)
Joseph ran a lumber yard
About a mile from Olive Park
Quiet boy, he never had much to say
It
of my buddies go to school
Well there ain't no shame in working hard
Driving a truck or in the lumber yard
Swinging a hammer won't make you a star
There
the lumber yard
I think I'll fall apart
Dying in the aisle
At my neighborhood Lowes
I look in peoples faces but
There is no sign or traces
Of why I even came
flickering, thunderstorms
Land and Liberation what I hunger for, yo
Land and Liberation what I hunger for
Fields yield fruit, more trees than a lumber yard
you expect
You'll never find a saint in a lumber yard
And it feels like we're wastin time
Yeah it feels like we're wastin time
Who's got that kinda time
Dad taught me how to work hard
Hot summer in a lumber yard
I turned a wrench on my first car
Picked out some chords on the guitar
I was afraid
I had a job, I had a girl
I had something going, mister, in this world
I got laid off down at the lumber yard
Our love went bad, times got hard
Now I
at the lumber yard
Might be a carpenter's dream
But you always get the better wood
From the big girls' peaches & cream
Chubby chaser, I'm a chubby chaser
I
parked at Lumber Yard wondering when the guard would pass...
the strape againts rows
Flosh low concert looking like a lumber yard
Waving my trunk up and down the boulevard
Charge the platinum card and the visa
Carlene asked if she could marry me
Driving round in daddy's car
I gave her my graduation ring
Down by the lumber yard
I felt the violent hit of her
want me to stay, hey!
Hurt my back working in the lumber yard
All I got for pay is me and my guitar
She don't like the way the girls stare at me
She
unrealized
God shed his grace on thee
From sea to shining sea
We're waiting down the lumber yard
Hoping they got work for me
I work the airport snack bar
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