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 learning from some beat down old layman
On some hillside they ain’t named yet
sleeping next to mountain fire smoke
And everyone lately’s scaring 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 closing time
So if you wanna trade I’d say its a hard earned mile
Wanna sweat like hell, throw a hammer down
And know that the old feeling of a five o’clock smile
And know I didn’t take no easy way out
There’s something more that I need than accolades and sympathy
For taking in the summer heat while they smoke big cigars
So give me something I can’t fake
That rich boys can’t manipulate
Something real that they can’t take
Cuz lord I’m not your star
So if you wanna trade I’d say its a hard earned mile
Wanna sweat like hell, throw a hammer down
And know that the old feeling of a five o’clock smile
And know I didn’t take no easy way out
And everyone lately’s scaring me
it’s all backdoor deals and therapy
The only callous that I’ve grown is in my mind