Hammer Time

My father was a carpenter

They called me little claw

He built a lot of houses

With my head in Arkansas

I can't say that I blame him

I can't say much at all

They say that my flat forehead

Is simply just a minor flaw

I never get confused

Although I'm not so sure that's true

But when you're banging walls

There isn't much that you can do

He's out there building something

For that's where he gets a thrill

Just wish that in my childhood

He had learned to use a drill

© Russell Robison

Delta Blue