Story Of A Quarryman

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
 The precious disgrace from my own hand
 If i could freeze time in my own hands
 Story of a quarryman
 Traces of life blowing in the sand
 The cornerstone of my piece of dry land
 So hand me that hop and some of that wine
 I'll drink you away by the end of this line
 I brought this on by my own hands
 The precious disgrace from my own hands
 If i could freeze time in my own hands
 Story of a quarryman
 Story of a quarryman