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Dirt Beneath My Nails

As I mentioned last week, I’m putting together songs for a new record.

I’ve got a gig this coming week (Suzanne O’Keefe’s Honkytonk Hacienda at El Cid in Los Angeles, CA) and The Latest Scam (Edward Tree, Greg Boaz and Jim Doyle filling in for Dale Daniel) and I are going to play 12 of the new tunes, so, if you’re interested in hearing what we’re working on, I hope you can make the show.

In the meantime, I’m introducing you to some of my older music in the hope that you might purchase/download a song (only $.99!) or an entire album of music to help me finance a new record.

If you drive around Los Angeles (probably any big city in the United States) you’ll eventually pass U-Haul rental locations, giant storage facilities, and home improvement stores. In front of those locations you’ll likely see a pack of hungry men hoping to be hired to perform some sort of manual labor.

In 2006 when I was writing the songs that would eventually end up on my first record (I Just Don’t Go Home) I passed a group of these men while I was driving to Billy Block’s Western Beat (a singer/songwriter hangout on Highland in Los Angeles).

I started thinking about these men and when I finally arrived at Western Beat I sat at the bar, ordered a beer, and scribbled the lyric for “Dirt Beneath My Nails” on napkins while listening to open mic singers.

You can hear a snippet of the song and purchase it at CD Music Baby:

CD Baby Music

Song: Dirt Beneath My Nails
Album: I Just Don’t Go Home

Standing on the corner before the sun comes up
With a dozen other hungry guys waiting on a truck
At home she heats a bottle on the kitchen stove
In an hour I’ll be picking fruit in an orange grove

If dirt beneath my nails was diamonds
If sweat upon my brow was gold
If dust on my boots was silver
If there was treasure in the bottom of this hole
I’d buy a rattle for my baby
A brand new dress for Abigail
But all I have is dust
Sweat, love, and lust
And there ain’t no diamonds in the dirt beneath my nails

We’ll jump from this flatbed they’ll hand up burlap sacks
We’ll work until the sun goes down tonight they’ll drive us back
I’ll stand below our window watch her silhouette
As she’s singing to our baby swinging in that bassinet

If dirt beneath my nails was diamonds…