Hair Cut

I am the string in your hair
Tying your bangs back
You are the wind in my face
Cooling my fore head
I always knew that one day
You'd get a hair cut
Soon I'll be sweeping away
What's left of a years love

I'll keep my upper lip smooth
If you keep your hair long
Soon all your roses will bloom
As you lead me on
To finally consider this matter
Of how we have grown
And no shave nor hair cut
Will keep us apart for too long
 

Harvest Time

No one knows how long we’ve been knock out
They seem to think we started it and I can’t say that they’re wrong
Broken chairs and splintered wood cannot tell a lie
Now would I do something like that

When it’s harvesting, harvest time
Weighing heavy on my mind
But I’m ready, my eyes do shine
I’m gonna cut the fruit from the vine

Alcohol and hard work sometimes do not get along
You think your friends are with you but you find out your where wrong
Just pretend that you don’t care but that is just a lie
Now would I do something like that

When it’s harvesting. . . .

I’m a known criminal
Been fighting in this barroom
Since I was twelve years old
Been up the river
‘Bout a dozen times
And I can’t get by
Without harvesting

A mess like this with you is just so typical
You always caused me trouble but I always caused you more
But right now it’s not fair, I’m trying to act my best
And the rest of you failed the test

This harvesting . . .
 

Heavy Machinery

I want to operate your heavy machinery
I want to excavate underneath your greenery
I want to do some heavy lifting for you
I want to do some heavy lifting for you

I want to work the clutch on your diesel engine
I want to grease your joints and fuel inject your pistons
I want to take you out on the highway
I want to take you out on the highway

I want to operate your heavy machinery
I want to dig your hole with modern technology
Help me pull the choke out and we’ll get this thing started
Help me pull the choke out and we’ll get this thing started

I’ll push your plow, I’ll pull your rig, I’ll spray your deadly poison
I’ll turn your screw, hammer your nail, and put dinner in the oven
I’ll wake up in the morning before the sun has risen
I’ll wake up in the morning before the sun has risen

I’ll pull your weeds, I’ll chop your trees, and straighten all your fences
I’ll feed your mules, and stud your cows, and slaughter all your chickens
And if the field is dry I’ll pry to make the rain come
If your field is dry I’ll pray to make the rain come

Push in the throttle and you’re sure to hear a rumble
A moment’s hesitation and the threads start to tumble
All these vibrations are making me see double
All these vibrations are making me see double

I want to operate your heavy machinery
I’ll dump your truck, I’ll bull your doze, I’ll lift your fork so easily
You won’t even feel my hand on your wheel
You won’t even feel my hand on your steering wheel

I’ll let her idle for a while after I start her up
Making sure she’s good and warm ‘fore I engage the clutch
‘Cause I know she may choke and die if I don’t take her needs in mind
I know she might choke and die if I don’t take her needs in mine
 

Holes

Got holes on my brain
Ozone layer doesn’t know a thing
‘Bout holes in my soul
What a joy to behold
Want to fill them up
With the things that I like
Candy bars and soda pop
Fast cars and motor bikes

Got a highway through my heart
The whole damn things gonna fall apart
From holes, it’s gone to pot
I’ve got a ton, I’ve got a lot
Want to fill them up
With the things that I like
Movie stars and fast guitars
Cigarettes and getting high

I’m sure you can fit a camel through the eye of a needle
All it takes is a little hard work and the word is yours to steal
Feeling down, here’s a tip
Drive your car to the local strip
Mall it’s just the place
Pinnacle of the human race
Full of tasty treats and good fun for the kids
It’s a wonder of the world, the desire of your id

Honey Mooners

She likes to wear rings on her fingers
She never takes them off except in waterfalls
But the weight of these silver circles 
Of stone may cripple me
And I may never get home

Its not much but this is all I own
We’ll make ends meet like honey mooners

How can you be so beautiful
When you’re only bones and sinew
Wrapped in tight flesh, its so mysterious
You are beautiful, you are beautiful

You ain’t got much
But you’re what I call home
We can make ends like honey mooners

We are tenements with whites dresses
In the windows where the wind blows
We are hypnotized by the strikes of time
Along this bumpy road we are forgetful

We ain’t got much
But we got what we know
We’ll make ends meet like honey mooners

The future is before us
Just as it always is
Today it feels like my apologies
Have been accepted
And I am free now
Take me by the hand
Lead me all the way home

Its not much
But this is what we know
We’ll make ends meet like Honey Mooners

Its not much
But this is what I call home
We’ll make ends meet like Honey Mooners
Make ends meet Like Honey Mooners