Folk Singing Man
A tradesman you wish you were, a folk singing man I wish I was, little birds tell me you'd like to trade
I'm on red dirt in this land unknown, my eyes are stinging I sweat bullets, I'd rather sweat and cry on a stage
Steel boots you want on your feet and the sun to give you leather skin, but brother you're on a roll with the words you found
I dig postholes deep in the mud, you'd think I'd strike a carrot or two but success that I want to find isn't in the ground
Folk Singing Man, simple with my rustic hands
I want to play old strings loud, play on till the rust brakes one down
Folk Singing Man, simple with my rustic hands
Stomp down on the floor for a beat, bring it back with the rattle of the tambourine
Cheap labor that I once did brings tears of joy for what I do now, in the hinterlands under mountains I know well
Working late to build this world with a smile on my face, but half the smile I make is from stories I'll tell
Folk Singing Man, simple with my rustic hands
I want to play old strings loud, play on till the rust brakes one down
Folk Singing Man, simple with my rustic hands
Stomp down on the floor for a beat, bring it down with the rattle of the tambourine
A tradesman you wish you were, a folk singing man I wish I was, little birds tell me you'd like to trade
I'm on red dirt in this land unknown, my eyes are stinging I sweat bullets, I'd rather sweat and cry on a stage
I'm on red dirt in this land unknown, my eyes are stinging I sweat bullets, I'd rather sweat and cry on a stage
Steel boots you want on your feet and the sun to give you leather skin, but brother you're on a roll with the words you found
I dig postholes deep in the mud, you'd think I'd strike a carrot or two but success that I want to find isn't in the ground
Folk Singing Man, simple with my rustic hands
I want to play old strings loud, play on till the rust brakes one down
Folk Singing Man, simple with my rustic hands
Stomp down on the floor for a beat, bring it back with the rattle of the tambourine
Cheap labor that I once did brings tears of joy for what I do now, in the hinterlands under mountains I know well
Working late to build this world with a smile on my face, but half the smile I make is from stories I'll tell
Folk Singing Man, simple with my rustic hands
I want to play old strings loud, play on till the rust brakes one down
Folk Singing Man, simple with my rustic hands
Stomp down on the floor for a beat, bring it down with the rattle of the tambourine
A tradesman you wish you were, a folk singing man I wish I was, little birds tell me you'd like to trade
I'm on red dirt in this land unknown, my eyes are stinging I sweat bullets, I'd rather sweat and cry on a stage
Credits
Writer(s): Mat Mccouat
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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