Blues For My Hammer
** this is a repost . you can find the original, and many other posts on my ‘Scripts and scraps ’ book.
sC
Chorus:
I’m just a working man,
’Thout my hammer, I feel so sad.
I’m just a working man,
’Thout my hammer , I feel so sad.
But this here hammer I got,
Is done things really bad.
My friend , Phil, needs to put up,
A picture on the wall;
Got my hammer and got some nails
But boy, he had a fall
’Cause that old evil hammer
He don’t like art at all
When Phil fell down from the ladder
The hammer did crash on his balls
Chorus: I’m just a working man..
Once I lent it to Jerry
He wanted to fix the door
The guy took the hammer
Smashed his knee, right into the floor.
And that big old evil hammer ,
He’s as bad as they come
And later, that poor Jerry,
Smashed his fingers and his thumb.
Chorus: I’m just a working man..
Gave it to my friend, Jack
To help him out in a spot.
poor jackie took my evil hammer ,
And later he was shot.
It wasn’t no drive-by shooting
That did it for Jack.
Cause the hammer did his business
Shot him dead, in the back
Chorus: I’m just a working man..
Loaned it out to Henry
wanted to use it , for a piece.
But Henry’s skull was caved-in,
And they called in the police.
So now my poor old hammer,
He’s so lonely, it’s a drag.
The police have got him locked up
As evidence, in a bag.
Chorus: I’m just a working man..