[Intro] (pedal steel over ticking gear percussion, four bars) [Verse 1] Got a coat with brass buttons, hangs by the door Got a ledger in the pocket, columns one through four Folks come in with a busted sp[Instrumental] (dobro and pedal steel trade eight bars, gear-tick percussion up in the mix, organ swells under) [Bridge] (sparser, just guitar and upright bass) Now some folks think you gotta pick a lane Be the suit or be the soil, be the oil or be the rain But a gear don't turn without somethin' green to feed it And a leaf don't grow without somebody there to weed it (spoken, dry) I did the math on that. Took me a while. Checks out. (sung) So I'll keep the coat pressed, keep the hands rough And if that's a contradiction, well — I've been called enough [Chorus] (full harmony stack, Hammond up, banjo and steel together) Merchant coat, bare hands One of 'em talks, one of 'em understands Gear in the mornin', leaf by the afternoon Half of me's a business, half of me's a garden in June I'm not torn, I'm just two things Same fella, different sleeves Merchant coat, bare hands That's the whole plan [Outro] (band drops to guitar and steel) Coat on the nail Dirt on the floorocket and a look of mild despair I say "Yep, I've seen worse," and I mostly have, to be fair I quote 'em a price, they nod real slow It's the Midwestern way of sayin' "I suppose" [Pre-Chorus] But when the bell on the door goes quiet and the shop light's turned down low I hang that coat on the nail, and I go where the good stuff grows [Chorus] Merchant coat, bare hands One of 'em talks, one of 'em understands Gear in the mornin', leaf by the afternoon Half of me's a business, half of me's a garden in June I'm not torn, I'm just two things Same fella, different sleeves Merchant coat, bare hands That's the whole plan [Verse 2] (banjo enters) The coat says "Sir" and "Ma'am" and "We can work with that" The hands say nothin', 'cause they're up to the wri
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