Corb Lund - Always Keep An Edge On Your Knife lyrics

Never put your hat on the bed, son, never put your hat on the bed Cuz if your hat's on the bed you might wake up dead So don't ya never put ya hat on the bed And if you do be sure it's upside down, son, if you do be sure it's upside down Cuz if there's any doubt, it keeps the luck from runnin' out So if you do be sure it's upside down Never throw a match when it's dry, son, never throw a match when it's dry Don't you never throw a match cuz the gra** might catch And burn three counties when it's dry Always keep an edge on yr knife, son, always keep an edge on yr knife Cuz a good sharp edge is a man's best hedge against the vague uncertainties of life Yes, a good sharp edge is a man's best hedge against the uncertain vagaries of life But I never could sharpen no knife, like the one who gave the advice And I never could sharpen no blade, quite the way he sayed Yodel-ay Never sell the old .22, son, never sell the old .22 Cause the old .22's shot a gopher or two So don'tcha never sell the old .22 Aim it to the left, a little low, son, aim it to the left, a little low Cuz the old iron sight fires high and to the right So aim it to the left, a little low Always tip the gla** when you pour son, always tip the gla** when you pour Cuz if you don't tip the gla**, well the foam, it comes fast And runs from the table to the floor Always put your horse away dry, son, always put your horse away dry Cuz a hot, wet horse ain't healthy of course So always put your horse away dry And be sure to thaw the bit when it's cold, son, be sure to thaw the bit when it's cold Cuz if you don't thaw the bit then your pony's tongue sticks To the frozen, metal bridle when it's cold Never judge a man by his clothes, son, never judge a man by his clothes You gotta look through the dirt and, lord, judge him by his work Don'tcha never judge a man by his clothes