You hung around the bush like you were woodsmoke What's it like to be hardly there? Spirits playing spoons with your bones And I could feel you in the air And every transport truck that I see Is carrying your weight and leaving it on top of me And memory's got my guts and I like that It's keeping you so close to me I can still see you and Jake Smoking smokes and just dreaming big I can still hear you and Jake Cracking jokes and just dreaming big You taught me how to be a working man, well I'm gonna work on you You taught me how to be a working man, well I'm gonna work on you Yes I'm gonna work on you You hung around my head like a halo On my mind but barely there Spirits playing spoons with your bones And I could feel you in the air And every guitar note that I play Holds a spot for all the things you'll never have the chance to say And memory's got my guts and I hate that It's pushing you so far from me I can still see you and Jake Smoking smokes and just dreaming big I can still hear you and Jake Cracking jokes and just dreaming big You taught me how to be a working man, well I'm gonna work on you You taught me how to be a working man, well I'm gonna work on you Yes I'm gonna work on you