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Harry Chapin( Harry Forster Chapin )
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Dirt Gets Under the Fingernails
Lyricist:Harry F Chapin
Now he was a man who worked with his hands Only in a motor, he found peace He could make an engine sing like a bird He could find his only kind of release When he was up to the elbows in the grease
She dreamed of a time for painting As she was cleanin' up his stains from the rug She'd play all day with their children And try to meet him with a welcome and hug As he came shufflin' through the house with a shrug
I tell you dirt gets under the fingernails And hate gets under the skin But a dream got a way of gettin' down to the bone And the heart of a body that it's in
While he was makin' magic with his piston machines She was cleanin' up the mess, he'd left behind She was tryin' to make it through to the end of the day With a little empty time And do the paintin' that meant peace of mind
I tell you dirt gets under the fingernails And hate gets under the skin But a dream got a way of gettin' down to the bone And the heart of a body that it's in
Well one day she didn't bother 'bout makin' his bed She hurried all the children out the door Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com And she let the bills and the marketing go And she went and almost bought out an art supply store
It just so happened that day he got to thinkin' Of the grease that always covered up his skin So he left the garage a little early He got a shave and a manicure and trim Came out clean as a plaster mannequin
He came home in a hurry But he almost didn't recognize the place It looked like, it'd been hit by a hurricane There was canvas fillin' every open space And she had paint all over her face
I tell you dirt gets under the fingernails And hate gets under the skin But a dream got a way of gettin' down to the bone And the heart of a body that it's in
They both stood stunned into silence Then their laughter exploded like a shout And he went out to make some magic in the kitchen The clean man learnin' what cookin' was about And the dirty girl paintin', her messy heart out
I tell you dirt gets under the fingernails And hate gets under the skin But a dream got a way of gettin' down to the bone And the heart of a body that it's in
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