Gruffled Job Preston toiling in the sunset
Gathering wood to build a fire
Sherbet calls out "Job, boy, are ya done yet?"
"My sneaker's got a flattened tire"
He shuffles his mind til things feel more kind
Then presses his ear to the floor
He strain with his jaw, suppress hem and haw
So that he can hear their rapport
Now twice more
Hands like candles melting from the inside
Moles like shovels underfoot
Big long line ends with such a thin ride
You can only go where you've been put
He shuffles his mind til things feel more kind
Then presses his ear to the floor
He strain with his jaw, suppress hem and haw
So that he can hear their rapport
Now once more
Forsaken lawyers playing games in moonlight
Shaking hands to break the law
Those with dignity, to you I say "gesundheit"
Quaking hands that stir the straw
Feel the fear before the fall
Don't let em hear you down the hall
Stifling the big guffaw
Now no more
Aaron Parke - Job Preston Lyrics
Aaron Parke - Job Preston Lyrics
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Gruffled Job Preston toiling in the sunset
Gathering wood to build a fire
Sherbet calls out "Job, boy, are ya done yet?"
"My sneaker's got a flattened tire"
He shuffles his mind til things feel more kind
Then presses his ear to the floor
He strain with his jaw, suppress hem and haw
So that he can hear their rapport
Now twice more
Hands like candles melting from the inside
Moles like shovels underfoot
Big long line ends with such a thin ride
You can only go where you've been put
He shuffles his mind til things feel more kind
Then presses his ear to the floor
He strain with his jaw, suppress hem and haw
So that he can hear their rapport
Now once more
Forsaken lawyers playing games in moonlight
Shaking hands to break the law
Those with dignity, to you I say "gesundheit"
Quaking hands that stir the straw
Feel the fear before the fall
Don't let em hear you down the hall
Stifling the big guffaw
Now no more
Gathering wood to build a fire
Sherbet calls out "Job, boy, are ya done yet?"
"My sneaker's got a flattened tire"
He shuffles his mind til things feel more kind
Then presses his ear to the floor
He strain with his jaw, suppress hem and haw
So that he can hear their rapport
Now twice more
Hands like candles melting from the inside
Moles like shovels underfoot
Big long line ends with such a thin ride
You can only go where you've been put
He shuffles his mind til things feel more kind
Then presses his ear to the floor
He strain with his jaw, suppress hem and haw
So that he can hear their rapport
Now once more
Forsaken lawyers playing games in moonlight
Shaking hands to break the law
Those with dignity, to you I say "gesundheit"
Quaking hands that stir the straw
Feel the fear before the fall
Don't let em hear you down the hall
Stifling the big guffaw
Now no more
Writer: Aaron Parke
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