...On The Bucketline

Young man comin up the mountainside, High hopes, keen mind and a back as strong as iron. Spending all his days dredging through the mud, Staring down at the ground, never looking up at God. The years piled on and his beard grew long, Never settling down, he never sheltered from the storm. And when it rains, it never just rains, But it pours like the devil's got it in for me.. #Chorus Old man, vagabond Call me what you want You won't be seeing me again Spent all his life on the bucket line… Headstrong, carry on Something now is really wrong He won't be coming round again Old man died on the bucket line. After all these years he's still digging in the dirt, Old bones, never tired, just dredging up the earth. Old man spent all his life in the mud, Looking for them nuggets, never prayin to his God. This old man was brung low, strung high, Last days of his life on the bucket line. And when it rains, it never just rains, But it pours from the heavens like the devil's got it in for me..