Joe Bonamassa

Gonna buy me a bucket and a hammer of nails
Board up the windows and head for the trails
And that’s what i get for sticking my chin out
Well a kick in the teeth and a mind full of doubt
I brought this on for my own hands
The precious disgrace from my own hands
If i could freeze time in my own hands
Story of a quarryman
Left my home with the shirt on my back
Built my empire on a dry haystack
To break it down a one by one
And back in Cali and tired and alone
I brought this on by my own hands