Cement Dust Blues

I got the cement dust blues It’s like I’m practically dead I got the cement dust blues It’s like I’m practically dead I would feel alive and well If I was back in bed

I got punched in the stomach And cement dust got sucked up into my lungs I got punched in the stomach And cement dust got sucked up into my lungs My coughing fit was so violent I nearly bit off my tongue

As the sun was coming up We watched a ship come in As the sun was coming up We watched a ship come in Now it’s time to go back to work We have to shovel dust into a bin

I was about to leave for the day When the boss requested I work overtime I was about to leave for the day When the boss requested I work overtime Somewhere in the world These kinds of hours must be a crime

Cement dust got on my skin Holy shit, does it burn Cement dust got on my skin Holy shit, does it burn The area I’ve been assigned to clean up now Just makes my stomach churn

Garret Schuelke

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