Just a bricklayer by trade a harder worker you won't find
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He was like fifty when I met him maybe fifteen years ago
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A Scottish American and a master with the trowel
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He swears that he's the urban legend you hear about on every job and site
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A lifetime lifting cinderblocks, stacking bricks and mixing mortar
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Gave this man his crooked walk and kept his life in order
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Here's about half an explanation and then not too much information
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Until the day he died he bragged that he's the one that rode the rope
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All six stories of that building from the pavement to the roof
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And then all the way back down to earth
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A lifetime lifting cinderblocks, stacking bricks and mixing mortar
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Gave this man his crooked walk and kept his life in order
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A lifetime lifting cinderblocks, stacking bricks and mixing mortar
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Gave this man his crooked walk and made his lifetime shorter
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"On the way up my skull was fractured and my collarbone was broken
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The barrel i was working with broke both of my forearms and the bones in my wrists"
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Don't believe a word of it, but the one thing that I'm sure about is this:
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A lifetime lifting cinderblocks, stacking bricks and mixing mortar
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Gave this man his crooked walk and kept his life in order
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A lifetime lifting cinderblocks, stacking bricks and mixing mortar
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Gave this man his crooked walk [x3]
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And made his lifetime shorter
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The Bricklayer's Story
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Mighty Mighty Bosstones |