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 (Chorus) 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 (Chorus) (Chorus) Another wisdom not my own Another wisdom not my own...