He don’t talk loud won’t waste his breath at all Reads B.G.S. far better than the rest Plans every job like fence posts plumb and true A wagon wheel that rolls on through (A wagon wheel that rolls on through) He shared a refined bourbon neat with Roy Long dagger, quiet, hanging on his belt He did him right - a favor, clean and true No strings to pull, just knowing who is who (No strings to pull, just knowing who is who) He tips his hat he walks with confidence He plays fair, keeps all his promises Small hammer first then sight along the seam Fix what's broke and leave it clean (Fix what's broke and leave it clean) (Fix what's broke and leave it clean) Then colonizing rattled all the gears Put waste to knowledge gathered over years The background’s busted cries won’t ever rest We count what’s real and hope for the best (We count what’s real and hope for the best) They say it’s busted still we roll along Our steady hands still searching for the truth The background’s busted we don't know how long We all keep the faith by soldiering on We all keep the faith by soldiering on In busted background, still we roll on. In busted background, still we roll on. In busted background, still we roll on. In busted background, still we roll on. In busted background, still we roll.
