From the recording Silver Line
Lyrics
Welding Son of a Gun (Chuck Hawthorne)
It’s colder than hell
And darker than a gun
You can throw all your bullets in a well
But that don’t get nothin’ done
You shot some things
You broke everybody’s heart
You clipped your wings
You just don’t know where to start
So you buy yourself
An old, used welding machine
Then forgive yourself
For every little dirty thing
You pick up the pieces
Of the broken things at your feet
Slap on your welding gloves
And turn up the heat
It’s hotter than hell
And brighter than the sun
Pulling the trigger
You’re a heart-welding son of a gun
They taught my able hands
Flame and torch
And I can shoot them guns, boys
Fire and scorch
But I sold all my guns
I bought myself a welding machine
It puts holes in my shirt
And keeps my spirit clean
It’s hotter than hell
And brighter than the sun
Pulling the trigger
I’m a heart-welding son of a gun
Now Coco’s off to a good start
In Milwaukee land
He’s learning to weld
Like a number one welding man
He’s shining more
Than any human eye can stand
He got a hammer-forged heart
And a cast iron steady hand
It’s hotter than hell
And brighter than the sun
Pulling the trigger
He’s a heart-welding son of a gun