Scrip by Kasko Lunsford Lyrics

Bless the iron in my tools
Bless these rails of steel
Bless the trees that keep the dirt
Firmly 'neath my heels
Bless the burlap in the tent
That keeps my bindle dry
Bless the buzzard circling a mile up in the sky

And my scrip
A full day's work for a couple hour's pay
Precious scrip
Buys me bread enough for a half a day
And nothing more
Pay to the company store
Precious scrip

Bless the hurried workyard graves
Bless my fragile form
Bless the timorous campfire
That keeps our fingers warm
Bless my future progeny
With eyes that look bеhind
Bless the struggles wе've endured
With lungs to sing through time
And my scrip
A full day's work for a couple hour's pay
Precious scrip
Buys me bread enough for a half a day
And nothing more
Pay to the company store
Precious scrip