Day Labor Lyrics

Tinkering with a shadow

Could never afford a Harley

Listening to daddy

Listening to Paul Harvey

Prayers in the closet

Old jeans and leather

I know he loves mama

Sometimes he tells her

And I wave at anyone that passes

And I hate smudging up my glasses

Wipe them off with a work rag

My shirts to dirty

Got it as a hand me down

When Phillip turned 30

Community college team

He should've gone major

Instead of working for my Pawpaw

Day labor

And I miss kicking it with my uncles

And I'm pissed every time I bust a knuckle

Is it gonna turn over?

Saddle up and find out

Roll it to the concrete

Never seen such a long drought

The turning of the key feels

Like a roller coaster climbing

The squealing of the back wheel

Is for what I've been pining