Fingers to the Bone

That was our land before Route 66

Back when times were hard

Mama never smiled for a photograph

In fact she never smiled at all

Daddy was a hardworking man

A salt of the earth kinda guy

He said you ain't nothing unless you work hard

And he worked till the day that he died

I can still hear him saying to me

Money don't grow on trees

You gotta get down on your hands and your knees

And work your fingers to the bone

I got a job in carpentry

And building out of stone

I even tried my hand as company man

To pay down some of loans

Went door to door and I don't know what for

Nearly killed for low pay

Then I got hired bailin wire

All work no play

I can still hear him saying to me

Money don't grow on trees

You gotta get down on your hands and your knees

And work your fingers to the bone

The day finally came

When pop passed away

And he left me a little piece of land

99 tree on every acre

He planted each one by hand

Years went by and the fruit started to fly

Making money was a breeze

I never I'd see it but now I believe it

Money really does grow on trees

I wish that he was here talking to me

I'd tell him money really does grow on trees

But you gotta get down on your hands and your knees

And work your fingers to the bone