From the album Silver Line

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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