Three Jobs Behind

(hhhummm-mmmm) I rose at four

to stoke the coal

Before the morning bell could toll

Three shifts a day,

year after year

Without a single complaint or tear

And you say your hands are far too sore? (hah)

Five minutes of sweat and you need a break

You don't know the weight that a spine can take

I built this road with a hammer and clay

While you waste your daylight wishing it away

Two hours spent finding the perfect light

While the crops are freezing in the night

My boots were worn straight through the sole

But we kept the hearth

and the kettle full (hah)

Five minutes of sweat and you need a break

You don't know the weight that a spine can take

I built this road with a hammer and clay

While you waste your daylight wishing it away

Go on home then (tsk)