Chuck Hawthorne

Lyrics

The Gospel Hammer (Chuck Hawthorne)

Devil damn an idle dagger.
Wear your fists like a ragged hammer.
Punch them steel pins through the face of time.

Like some old Roman soldier
With some unholy roller--
Crucifixion nails and sacrificial wine.

So you head for work and 90's rockin'
Spinnin' wheels and gravel's poppin'
Like a sidewinder flying down Satan's drag.

Your hammer strikes like a rifle shot
And 16 penny bullets pop
Straight along that righteous zig zag.

Swing it straight; swing it true.
Keep your eyes on your do.
Swing that hammer hard until the day you die.

You might just make a dollar
With the sweat around your collar
'Fore they lay you down with a hammered on necktie.

You hammer out your daily bread
And pour it down your hammer-head
So fast it's a wonder you don't drown.

Just before you go to hell
The gospel hammer rings your bell.
Who's gonna nail the lid to your coffin down?

Swing it straight; swing it true.
Keep your eyes on your do.
Swing that hammer hard until the day you die.

You might just make a dollar
With the sweat around your collar
'Fore they lay you down with a hammered on necktie.

Now my daddy swung a hammer
That would make John Henry stammer
Like the poor boy never learned how to swing.

He bent minors out of majors
With a ball peen revelator--
Lord, how he could make that hammer sing!

Sing it straight; sing it true.
Keep your eyes on your do.
Sing that hammer song until the day you die.

You might just make a dollar
With the sweat around your collar
'Fore they lay you down with a hammered on necktie.