Story Of A Quarryman - Joe Bonamassa

Gonna buy me a bucket and a hammer of nails

Board up the windows and head for the trails

And that’s what I get for sticking my chin out

Well a kick in the teeth and a mind full of doubt

I brought this on for my own hands

The precious disgrace from my own hands

If I could freeze time in my own hands

Story of a quarryman

Left my home with the shirt on my back

Built my empire on a dry haystack

To break it down a one by one

And back in Cali and tired and alone

I brought this on by my own hands

The precious disgrace from my own hand

If I could freeze time in my own hands

Story of a quarryman

Traces of life blowing in the sand

The cornerstone of my piece of dry land

So hand me that hop and some of that wine

I’ll drink you away by the end of this line

I brought this on by my own hands

The precious disgrace from my own hands

If I could freeze time in my own hands

Story of a quarryman

Story of a quarryman