Bumpy Oak Bottom - Bitter Toast

All want the honest workman and laud him when he's found
They always lament the few of them and how the world is going down
But many though not all though most take advantage when they can
And thus turning into one more, dishonest man

The crushing weight of logic, that says get it while you can
Is killing what is left of me, leading a bitter, bitter, bitter old man

So now I rush to beat the clock to green pastures at the end
Where I can sit most comfortable and lament lost honest men
Like the ladies dressed in finery who sit in polished pews
And cry about dying children and go out and buy new shoes

The crushing weight of logic, that says get it while you can
Is killing what is left of me, leading a bitter, bitter, bitter old man

All want the honest workman and laud him when he's found
They always lament the few of them and how the world is going down
But many though not all though most take advantage when they can
And thus turning into one more, dishonest man

There's crushing weight of logic, that says get it while you can
Is killing what is left of me, leading a bitter, bitter, bitter old man

So now I rush out to beat the clock to green pastures at the end
Where I can sit most comfortable and lament lost honest men
Like the ladies dressed in a finery who sit in polished pews
And cry about dying children and go out and buy new shoes

The crushing weight of logic, that says get it while you can
Is killing what is left of me, leading a bitter, bitter, bitter old man

Written by:
Charles Carlson, David Tabor

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