Huburt worked irregular
Danny jacked him in the juggler street
The boy's knifin' strikin' back
Now a nervous crowbar rachetjaw
Behind a barn down in the weeds
He found a clue in a block o' haystacks
Divin' for pearls all made o' tin
Dumb old luck buried eighteen years
Who really knows about dumb old luck
Who really cares about thinkin' out loud
It ain't supposin' for me to be wantin'
Another wisdom not my own
Now every move a man's resisted
Bagged his groceries for local calls
Huburt talked about hearin' toys
Danny spittin' tears through the noise
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I've taken my turn at workin'
A speck o' thought swept up in a can
Hubert worked irregular
Danny's rich in the tears through the noise
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Another wisdom not my own
Another wisdom not my own...