Song Description

yours truly, -Crawford Hurst

Lyrics

I gotta jackhammer woman
Made of steel
But she don't give a damn
'bout the way I feel
Well she knows my troubles
Knows all my pain
But she hammers on my heart
And she don't feel a thing
And she might be a good cook
If you could get her in the kitchen
Might even be a good listener
If she'd just stop Bitchin'
It's honey do this
Honey do that
I give her all my kisses but she
Don't kiss me back
Chorus:
Now you gotta sell your soul, justa
Buy your dreams, you gotta
Squeeze that nickel, till the
Buffalo screams.

Verse:
I gotta jackhammer woman
Gotta jackhammer pa
He's the father of misfortune and my
Father in law
Well he tells me im a failure
Tells me im a fool
Makes me sing for my dinner
And works me like a mule

Now his chubby wife's no better
Hell she might be worse
She tells me she'll me grinning big
When they load me in that hearse
And I try and be a good man
Make a dollar save a dime
But it's so hard to count your blessings
Standing at the back of a soup line

Wishing I had me a woman
With a heart of gold
Cause a jackhammer woman
Aint got no kind of soul
Chorus:
Now you gotta sell your soul, justa
Buy your dreams, you gotta
Squeeze that nickel, till the
Buffalo screams.


Jackhammer Woman
Copyright 12/10/2011 All music and lyrics © by Nick Coleman/Crawford Hurst