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At 17, she found me lonely, sketching by myself. And, then at 18, is when she told me, âYou ainât gonna amount to anything else than a working man. Youâre a working man. You ainât got talent. You ainât got skill. Oh, youâre a working man. You better keep yourself in school.â So, I went to college. I got some scholarships. I tried to make my parents proud, but at class admissions, they asked, âWhy not do business? Youâre making this harder on yourself. âCause youâre a working man. Sure, youâve got talent. Youâve got skill. But, be a working man. Life feels better when not uphill. Well, Iâm stubborn, and I donât listen. Sometimes it feels like Iâve been pissing my years away, and itâs a battle to make the good things stay. Well, about those years, I lunged into my fears that I wouldnât amount to anything. I donât amount to much, but my skin sure thickened up, and Iâm no stranger to a hardâworked day. âCause Iâm a working man. I had talent but Iâm learning skills. Yes, Iâm a working man. And, Iâll die with calluses and dirty nails.
- Álbum:
- Pulling Weight