Matthew

G D G D G G He works the night shift at the depot D With a pistol and a light G And he guards them rusty missiles D G Counting whitetail to pass the time G And he's worked there for a long while D Since he came home from overseas G Helping Kilcorn fight the good fight D G Bring Baghdad to its knees D G And it was hotter than the mountain D G But it weren't so's he couldn't stand G And it weren't so much the heat wave D G Nearly as much as all the sand ---------------------- G D G D G G Now his daddy, he's a log man D With a good leg and a fake G That he got off of a buddy D G And a shitshot that he made G And he worked them hands to blisters D And he raised them young'uns right G On a little bit of scripture D And an acreage of paradise D G And he'd go out on weekends D G And he played like Clarence White G But Clarence had a real job D G And picked the guitar when there was time ---------------------- G D G D G --- G Keeps a trap line in the winter D Keeps a line wet in the spring G On a lock wall fishing muskie D With his eldest and steed D G And they swap tales about their raisin' D G And they tell the office lies G And they go home when they've a notion D G And the muskie quit to bitin' G D G D G