lyrics by Corb Lund and Mike Plume, music by Corb Lund He's been roundin off bolts since the age of fourteen Was that a five eighths or a nine sixteenths? He's got a metric socket that don't quite fit Well it'll wiggle just a little but it aint quite stripped The safety guards gone from his grinding machine He got a stiff paint brush he only kinda got clean He's the hired man, my neighbor and a cousin in law He's a jerry riggin fool, he got the tool for the job Well it's vise grips for pliers, and pliers for a wrench A wrench for a hammer, hammers everything else It just dont seem to make much difference I sure do like him but hes hard on equipment I sure like you son, but youre hard on equipment His corners aint square and his floor aint level And he's always had trouble with the old tape measure His doors dont close cause the jamb aint plumb And hes a Goddamn menace with an air nail gun They love to see him comin at the lumberyard store Fixed the leak in his roof with a two by four Drilled holes in his boards with the wrong kinda bit And when they dont line up he blames the government He got the whole front yard full of fix em up cars Three dont run and the rest wont start Everything's fine with his rebuilt motor Except of course for the couple spare parts left over Baler wire tie downs goin down the road On two bald tires and an oversize load He ain't never read a manual cause that's like cheatin He don't mind a little grease on his hands while he's eatin Hes got busted up knuckles, his thumb got bruised Jesus Christ was a carpenter, too