Gonna buy me a bucket and a hammer of nails Board up the windows and head for the trails And that's what i get for sticking my chin out Well a kick in the teeth and a mind full of doubt I brought this on for my own hands The precious disgrace from my own hands If i could freeze time in my own hands Story of a quarryman Left my home with the shirt on my back Built my empire on a dry haystack To break it down a one by one And back in Cali and tired and alone I brought this on by my own hands The precious disgrace from my own hand If i could freeze time in my own hands Story of a quarryman Traces of life blowing in the sand The cornerstone of my piece of dry land So hand me that hop and some of that wine I'll drink you away by the end of this line I brought this on by my own hands The precious disgrace from my own hands If i could freeze time in my own hands Story of a quarryman Story of a quarryman
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