Gourds - All The Labor
All the labor landed in the sod
Where the digger cried it’s my calling, sir
And it is no mistake that I put you in the ground so well
And if they pay me well thats great
It’s just gravy I’d do it anyway
All the labor stood up and shouted I’ll wait for you fun lovin’ minever cheevy
With all yer drunken dellusions I am a sensational place
Of comeraderie and pleasure won’t you stand with me in your garden once more
All the labor although it be brick on brick
Stitch on stitch and earn to urn
A presence on the lift what this great ole nation was built on boy
Outlives the package everyday mama mama everyday