Expiration Day - Brute, Widespread Panic, Vic Chesnutt

I’m a machinist at the Springfield Armory

Just slightly ahead of my time

But I don’t make much money

So I sell eggs and chickens on the side

I’m good at what I do

And I take great pride

But I don’t make much money

So I sell eggs and chickens on the side

And my wife does love me

But she can’t realize

Why I won’t go back down south

And leave the armory behind

But I love my job

I’ll shave metal until I die

And until I do, I’ll take on

Any extra thing it takes to provide

And I know it’ll kill me

Breathing all those fumes

But I’d sooner sniff solution

Than a baker’s dozen hothouse blooms

And my wife does love me

But she can’t realize

Why I won’t go back down south

And leave the armory behind

But I feel it is important

What I do upon my lathe

I pledge to do the detail work

Until my expiration day

Until my expiration day

Until my expiration day

Until my expiration day