Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Dirt Gets Under the Fingernails, artist - Harry Chapin. Album song The Elektra Collection (1971-1978), in the genre Иностранный рок
Date of issue: 08.10.2015
Record label: Elektra, Rhino Entertainment Company
Song language: English
Dirt Gets Under the Fingernails |
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 |
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 |