Letras
I just stood in the blazing sun
Like a job that ain't been done
Sweat rolled down my face
I bet it weighed 300 pounds
Sitting flat down on the ground
I need it on the tailgate
Well to me it's a hell of a deal
You might call it a steal
Something I could really use
And to her it thirty years
Of love and life and tears
And a man had died too soon
She said if it did not work
I could bring it back to her
I'd just shut the gate
And I told her that I knew a man
Who could help put together a plan
To price the rest of the things
She just stood in the blazing sun
Like a job that ain't been done
Sweat rolled down her face