Out Back

Out back, there's a shop behind the house where he was raised

Where he learned his craft at a very young age

And he did his first job for a nickel's wage

Out back in the shop behind the house where he was raised

Son, this old world is tough, you can like it or not

But idle hands are the devil's workshop

So put your heart in your workin', he won't lead you astray

Out back in the shop behind the house where he was raised

Build a fire in the barrel, throw the scraps away

Tools up and lights out, tomorrow's a new day

That's how he left it, so that's how it stays

Out back in the shop behind the house where he was raised

Well, he never looked back, kept honing his skill

Day after day and year after year

And folks came from miles with real money to pay

Out back in the shop behind the house where he was raised

Build a fire in the barrel, throw the scraps away

Tools up, lights out, tomorrow's a new day

That's how he left it, so that's how it stays

Out back in the shop behind the house where he was raised

There's a dim fire a burnin' out in the yard

There's a chill in the air, there's an ache in my heart

As I lean on his workbench, hang my head down to pray

Out back in the shop behind the house where he was raised

Build a fire in the barrel, throw the scraps away

Tools up and lights out, tomorrow's a new day

That's how he left it, so that's how it stays

Out back in the shop behind the house where he was raised

That's how he left it, so that's how it stays

Out back in the shop behind the house where he was raised