Story of a quarryman

歌词

Story  Of  A  Quarryman  -  Joe  Bonamassa

Gonna  buy  me  a  bucket  and  a  hammer  of  nails

Board  up  the  windows  and  head  for  the  trails

And  that's  what  i  get  for  sticking  my  chin  out

Well  a  kick  in  the  teeth  and  a  mind  full  of  doubt

I  brought  this  on  for  my  own  hands

The  precious  disgrace  from  my  own  hands

If  i  could  freeze  time  in  my  own  hands

Story  of  a  quarryman

Left  my  home  with  the  shirt  on  my  back

Built  my  empire  on  a  dry  haystack

To  break  it  down  a  one  by  one

And  back  in  Cali  and  tired  and  alone

I  brought  this  on  by  my  own  hands

The  precious  disgrace  from  my  own  hand

If  i  could  freeze  time  in  my  own  hands

Story  of  a  quarryman

Traces  of  life  blowing  in  the  sand

The  cornerstone  of  my  piece  of  dry  land

So  hand  me  that  hop  and  some  of  that  wine

I'll  drink  you  away  by  the  end  of  this  line

I  brought  this  on  by  my  own  hands

The  precious  disgrace  from  my  own  hands

If  i  could  freeze  time  in  my  own  hands

Story  of  a  quarryman

Story  of  a  quarryman