Robbie Fulks - Papa Was a Stell-Headed Man lyrics

Just a simple kind from way out in the country It's a mystery how he won Momma's hand For as long as I remember, she would tell me: "Your Papa, he's a steel-headed man." Every day at 6 a.m. he'd be out plowing Trying to make a buck on our acre plot of land But for all his work, we never had much money Papa was a steel-headed man. Never had no schooling And he never left the farm Never had a thing to show but the muscle in his arm Yeah, the world was just a little more than he could understand Papa was a steel-headed man He used to tell us stories from the Bible His homespun wisdom I still recall It was only as a man I came to find out That he didn't know much about anything at all. He couldn't read a book and keep his lips from moving Or add 2 and 2 without looking at his hands He thought laughter was a vice and Jews were evil I declare! He was a steel-headed man. Well, I had to shed a tear for my poor daddy This morning when we put him in the ground And as I watched the dirt he'd worked fall on his coffin I wondered where, in such a life, a larger meaning or purpose could be found. For he lived as quietly and ignorantly as an animal He died pathetic, penniless, and alone And the worst thing is, even if he had been a perfect genius... A hundred years from now, who would've known?