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© 2004 W.A. Kostelec
Working Man
Dead is dead and Jesus wept
Dugout Dick just nods his head
She comes and haunts me is what he said
A dusty guitar’s on the bed
Fresh mist of snow on the mountain top
Drizzle turns the path to mud
The cave was dark but dry as dust
Smell of fire and a whiskey jug
Chorus:
He dug these caves and made his home
For 60 years he sung his songs
On the hillside where the Salmon runs
There’s comfort in his life alone
A twisted cane upon the path
Bean and stew cans in the trash
Jesus pictures on the window glass
A table of clippings from his past
Montana Rain and an Idaho road
Where time and mountain waters flow
Old photos dark from firewood smoke
Of Bonnie’s smile and his heart broke
Chorus
Old Dick he’s got his little book
A revelators’ vision look
He dreams of sex, dead lovers touch
A soul traveler to the stars above
Dead is dead and Jesus wept
Dugout Dick just nods his head
She comes and haunts me is what he said
A dusty guitar’s on the bed
Chorus
