Rhythmic Stories August 29, 2020

Daddy was a Carpenter

I went to work with my daddy one day
I thought I was just going to get to play
but it sure didn’t turn out that way

He put a small hammer in my little hand
handed me a junction box looked like a square tin can

and he said to hit it right here and pull it out right there
you can have all the plugs you knock out of the square

so I grabbed the hammer and went right to work
it was getting so dusty in there I thought I would choke

the boxes would end up on the side of the two by fours
I watched him for a moment and moved along to do more

he said go ahead and do 5 more if you are able
I’m almost ready to run the cable

Always pull it back when you run it leave a little slack
you never know things change you might have to retract

at least 3 to 6 inches to stick out of the boxes face
Or the electrical code says you’ll just have to replace

Now he pulls stuff out of a bag and said these are the clamps
Oh man what’s next I-hated to ask my hand already was giving-me cramps

He just looked down with his smiling blues eyes
I think he knew I was getting ready to cry

So He pulled over his big 5-gallon water can
I think you deserve this you’ve worked like a man

My dad was a carpenter he knew his trade
On this day some lessons were made

Years later I worked in a furniture place
Using hammers and saws and going home dusty faced

My Dady was a carpenter that was his occupation
The day he took me to his job gave my life direction

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