Текст песни Harry Chapin - Dirt Gets Under the Fingernails
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Now he was a man who worked with his handsOnly in a motor he found peaceHe could make an engine sing like a birdHe could find his only lind of releaseWhen he was up to the elbows in the grease.She dreamed of a time for paintingAs she was cleaning up his stains from the rugShe`d play all day with their childrenAnd try to meet him with a welcome and hugAs he came shuffling through the house with a shrugI tell you dirt gets under the fingernailsAnd hate gets under the skinBut a dream got a way of getting down to the boneand the heart of a body that it`s in.While he was making magic with his piston machinesShe was cleaning up the mess he`d left behind.She was trying to make it through to the end of the dayWith a little empty timeAnd do the painting that meant peace of mind.I tell you dirt gets under the fingernailsAnd hate gets under the skinBut a dream got a way of getting down to the boneand the heart of a body that it`s in.Well one day she didn`t bother `bout making his bed.She hurried all the children out the door.And she let the bills and the marketing go.And she went and almost bought out an art supply store.It just so happened that day he got to thinking.Of the grease that always covered up his skin.So he left the garage a little earlyHe got a shave and a manicure and trimCame out clean as a plaster maniquin.He came home in a hurryBut he almost didn`t recognize the place.It looked like it`d been hit by a hurricane.There was canvas filling every open space.And she had paint all over her face.I tell you dirt gets under the fingernailsAnd hate gets under the skinBut a dream got a way of getting down to the boneand the heart of a body that it`s in.They both stood stunned into silenceThen their laughter exploded like a shoutAnd he went out to make some magic in the kitchenThe clean man learning what cooking was about.And the dirty girl painting her messy heart out.I tell you dirt gets under the fingernailsAnd hate gets under the skinBut a dream got a way of getting down to the boneand the heart of a body that it`s in.