Tradesman
No one on this side of town
Knows a good place for a boy to drown
They look at me so strange when I talk
I wish I was a tradesman
Learnin' from some beat-down old layman
Some hillside, they ain't named yet
Sleepin' next to mountain fire smoke
And everyone lately's scarin' me
It's all backdoor deals and therapy
The only callous I've grown is in my mind
I wish I was a tradesman
Playin' with some tuned-up tired string band
Somewhere out by the badlands
Way past closin' time
So if you wanna trade, I'd say it's a hard-earned mile
Wanna sweat like hell, throw a hammer down
And know that the old feelin' of a fivе o'clock smile
And no, I didn't take no easy way out
There's somethin' more that I need
Than accolades and sympathy
Fatiguin' in the summer heat
While they smoke big cigars
So give me somethin' I can't fake
That rich boys can't manipulate
Somethin' real that they can't take
'Cause, Lord, I'm not your star
If you wanna trade, I'd say it's a hard-earned mile
Wanna sweat like hell, throw a hammer down
And know that the old feelin' of a five o'clock smile
And no, I didn't take no easy way out
Everyone lately's scarin' me
It's all backdoor deals and therapy
The only callous that I've grown is in my mind
Knows a good place for a boy to drown
They look at me so strange when I talk
I wish I was a tradesman
Learnin' from some beat-down old layman
Some hillside, they ain't named yet
Sleepin' next to mountain fire smoke
And everyone lately's scarin' me
It's all backdoor deals and therapy
The only callous I've grown is in my mind
I wish I was a tradesman
Playin' with some tuned-up tired string band
Somewhere out by the badlands
Way past closin' time
So if you wanna trade, I'd say it's a hard-earned mile
Wanna sweat like hell, throw a hammer down
And know that the old feelin' of a fivе o'clock smile
And no, I didn't take no easy way out
There's somethin' more that I need
Than accolades and sympathy
Fatiguin' in the summer heat
While they smoke big cigars
So give me somethin' I can't fake
That rich boys can't manipulate
Somethin' real that they can't take
'Cause, Lord, I'm not your star
If you wanna trade, I'd say it's a hard-earned mile
Wanna sweat like hell, throw a hammer down
And know that the old feelin' of a five o'clock smile
And no, I didn't take no easy way out
Everyone lately's scarin' me
It's all backdoor deals and therapy
The only callous that I've grown is in my mind
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Writer(s): Zachary Lane Bryan
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