The Forger's Hammer Lyrics

There's a man on down at the blacksmith shop

Sweat on his brow over coals burning hot

You can hear him a'swinging clear down the street

Punching that iron six days a week

Making S hooks, nails, forks and spoons

Tomahawks knives and new horseshoes

He'll fix your tools and he'll fix your spur

You can pay him with coin, food or fur

God bless the forger's hammer

Making all the tools for the frontier fellow

Lord knows ain't in it for the glamour

Dirty as a miner pumping those bellows

Working in a slow and steady manner

God bless the forger's hammer

He made the axle turning on your wagon

And the axe that fell every log for your cabin

He banged out the blade that skinned your deer

And the chisel for the coffin when you leave here

God bless the forger's hammer

Making all the tools for the frontier fellow

Lord knows ain't in it for the glamour

Dirty as a miner pumping those bellows

God bless the forger's hammer

Making all the tools for the frontier fellow

Lord knows ain't in it for the glamour

Dirty as a miner pumping those bellows

Working in a slow and steady manner

God bless the forger's hammer

God bless the forger's hammer

Making all the tools for the frontier fellow

Lord knows ain't in it for the glamour

Dirty as a miner pumping those bellows

Working in a slow and steady manner

God bless the forger's hammer