Holy Cross - Old 97's

You work for 37 years

Driving trucks

Not shifting gears

He never got it in his head

To settle down

He’d never wed

He liked the river how it flowed

Unlike the breaker

Never to explode

It had no wires running in

It just went on and on and on

Until the ocean got to it

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Electric Association

Oh well it’s more than a job…

It’s more like a damnation

Well it was my life

Now it’s my loss

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It was a honey of a night

He met his maker

He saw the light

The car was passing on a curve

He never slowed down

He never swerved

And in the hot glare of the lamps

He had regrets

He’d never learned to dance

There was no angel at his side

There was a purpose

That became homeless when he died

Holy Cross

Electric Association

Oh well it’s more than a job…

It’s more like a damnation

Well it was my life

Now it’s my loss

Holy Cross

Electric Association

Oh well it’s more than a job…

It’s more like a damnation

Well it was my life

Now it’s my loss

Holy Cross

Well it was my life

Now it’s my loss

Holy Cross

Well it was my life

Now it’s my loss

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