歌詞
[Intro] [Verse] Old hinges start to creak The floorboards start to speak Sunlight hits the dust Metal turning to rust Smell of pine in the air Found my old wooden chair [Pre-Chorus] Chalkboards faded to grey Memories won't fade away The master's ghost is here Whispering in my ear [Chorus] He taught me how to sand The rough parts of my hand Measure twice before the cut When the doors of life are shut It’s more than just a frame Or a simple family name It’s the heart inside the wood Doing the best we could [Verse] A box tucked on the shelf Hidden by the man himself Chipped and worn at the edge Sitting on a dusty ledge Handwritten notes inside Nowhere for the truth to hide Scrawled in ink so blue Every word rang true [Chorus] He taught me how to sand The rough parts of my hand Measure twice before the cut When the doors of life are shut It’s more than just a frame Or a simple family name It’s the heart inside the wood Doing the best we could [Bridge] When the grain starts to split Don't you ever think of quit Glue the pieces back tight Work through the lonely night A man is built by hand Solid like the land [Verse] I put my work gloves on Though the teacher is gone I can still feel the heat Of the shop on Main Street The lessons didn't end With a hammer or a bend They live in every repair In the heavy summer air [Chorus] He taught me how to sand The rough parts of my hand Measure twice before the cut When the doors of life are shut It’s more than just a frame Or a simple family name It’s the heart inside the wood Doing the best we could [Hook] Fixing what was broke In the curls of cedar smoke Fixing what was broke In the curls of cedar smoke [Outro]
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