The Hustler of HardwareA Poem by credence youngI don’t have a big fancy car I don’t have a fender guitar I don’t have a fake breasted wife I’m just ridding the turn table of life I’m a rock star who never got far. Working 9 to 5 and rocking 5 to 9 I’m a rock star running in reverse Living un rehearsed. I’m a rock star stuck here on earth I’m the Paul McCarthy of porter cable I’m the stepping wolf of Stanley tools I’m the Tom Petty of tile and plaster I’m the Peat Townsend of Peter built And the Keith Moon of Ken worth I’m the Phil colons of concrete. I’m the Dave Mathews of dirt The Melon camp of mud I’m the Lennon of lawn And the Skynard of sod
But don’t feel sorry for me I don’t need a collage degree I’ve got a dog named daisy And a work truck I call The general two I may work like Ted But I party like Hank Some day they’ll put a Cummins in a Ford And there’ll be the second coming of the lord But it sure as s**t ain’t today And I got more to do than pray I’m the Dave Mathews of dirt The Meloncamp of mud I’m the Lennon of lawn And the Ted Nugent or Trees © 2012 credence young |
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1 Review Added on June 30, 2012 Last Updated on June 30, 2012 Tags: work, life, rock and roll |
