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A speed square
A hammer
A piece of a tool belt
He said it was all he that he had to his name
Now, a skill saw, a good girl and a power stroke diesel
He lost it all gambling the very next day
A black sock, a white sock
But they both got holes in 'em
Harsh to himself
As copperhead snake venom
His story's might turn your whole life around
His stories might run him into the ground
But the rain will fall
And the clouds roll away
It makes room for the sun just to shine for the day
Till the clouds roll on back, and the storm's moving in
And I'm cutting the grass just to cut it again
He's thinking about Brandy
As he reads the twelve steps
He can't help but wonder
Wonders if he can't help that
Times getting thin, guess it's hardly been eating
But it'll have some pound cake, AA wednesday evening
Something new's only knew for so long
Till it's back to the way that it was all along
Are we wasting our time?
Are we in the lions den?
Am I cutting the grass
Just to cut it again
Making amends - his most recent endeavor
A list long as Texas
Might take him forever
He's liable to stop
Always been good at quitting
If he follows through
He'd be grey once he's finished
Changing changes so much if you make it
Faking takes so much more time than breaking
It down to the bone
Up past the skin
Am I cutting the grass
Just to cut it again