So Much Work To Be Done

his whiskey made it through the winter

it’s still got a bite

I lift one to the master

farewell farewell goodnight

too many losses for my fingers

hands can’t steady anyone

here on crumbling mountain

there is so much work to be done

I was driving my particular darkness

a radio voice placed him in the past

the whole world dimmed a little

 Texas stars at half-mast

can’t blame the constellations

the spirit or the sun

on a one-lane road of moonlight

there is so much work to be done

I don’t have much to hold me here

no pistol pony wife or kid

but I got a sweet cabin and a guitar from Austin

 and what little good I did

and if I get another morning

I’ll know it by the sun

angling in on a whisper

there is so much work to be done

he wore denim and a stetson

had a chisel a pencil and a grin

a master with a job don’t ask how or why he just asks

what and when

so play it on your daddy’s dobro

or fire off a twenty-one gun

there’s salt in the rio grande and

there is so much work to be done