The Anvil - Kelly Joe Phelps

作词：Kelly Joe Phelps

作曲：Kelly Joe Phelps

There are some that blindly and happily plow

While the tractor screams Feed me some oil

The scraping of gears

And the gnashing of teeth fall softly on full ahead ears

A frown may give away something right

A smile can hide crooked affairs

Sun on the back rings a workman's guffaw

It's all in the bag with the coins

Call me tomorrow come over here

See if we can figure this out

There in an eye winking curiously

By the campground the bedside nightstand

My legbones feel weary yet walk on they will

Holding for wheels and gravy

On a plate full of nothing but shaking my head

With a sidebowl of nothing to do

Could be a time thing could be a ruse

I will concede to confusion

Ideas spin 'round my crazy old head

Hard as and light as an anvil

The liver will wither and wax with the tide

Fine if I can find the answer

To a question I've never been asked before

I hear time and time again