Day Labor

Tinkering with a shadow Could never afford a Harley Listening to daddy Listening to Paul Harvey Prayers in the closet Old jeans and leather I know he loves mama Sometimes he tells her And I wave at anyone that passes And I hate smudging up my glasses Wipe them off with a work rag My shirts to dirty Got it as a hand me down When Phillip turned 30 Community college team He should've gone major Instead of working for my Pawpaw Day labor And I miss kicking it with my uncles And I'm pissed every time I bust a knuckle Is it gonna turn over? Saddle up and find out Roll it to the concrete Never seen such a long drought The turning of the key feels Like a roller coaster climbing The squealing of the back wheel Is for what I've been pining