Corb Lund - Hard On Equipment (Tool for the Job) Lyrics
Was that a five eighths or a nine sixteenths?He's got a metric socket that don't quite fitWell it'll wiggle just a little but it ain’t quite strippedThe safety guard’s gone from his grinding machineHe got a stiff paint brush he only kinda got cleanHe's the hired man, my neighbor and a cousin in lawHe's a jerry riggin’ fool, he got the tool for the jobWell it's vise grips for pliers, and pliers for a wrenchA wrench for a hammer, hammers everything elseIt just don’t seem to make much differenceI sure do like him but he’s hard on equipmentI sure like you son, but you’re hard on equipmentHis corners ain’t square and his floor ain’t levelAnd he's always had trouble with the old tape measureHis doors don’t close ‘cause the jamb ain’t plumbAnd he’s a Goddamn menace with an air nail gunThey love to see him comin’ at the lumberyard storeFixed the leak in his roof with a two by fourDrilled holes in his boards with the wrong kinda bitAnd when they don’t line up he blames the governmentHe got the whole front yard full of fix ‘em up carsThree don’t run and the rest won’t startEverything's fine with his rebuilt motorExcept of course for the couple spare parts left overBaler wire tie downs goin’ down the roadOn two bald tires and an oversize loadHe ain't never read a manual ‘cause that's like cheatin’He don't mind a little grease on his hands while he's eatin’He’s got busted up knuckles, his thumb got bruisedJesus Christ was a carpenter, too