Noah Zacharin - So Much Work to be Done

So Much Work to Be Done (for Guy Clark)

this whiskey made it through the winter
it’s still got a bite
I lift one to the master
farewell farewell goodnight
too many losses for my fingers
hands can’t steady anyone
here on crumbling mountain
there is so much work to be done

I was driving my particular darkness
a radio voice placed him in the past
the whole world dimmed a little
Texas stars at half-mast
can’t blame the constellations
the spirit or the sun
on a one-lane road of moonlight
there is so much work to be done

I don’t have much to hold me here
no pistol pony wife or kid
but I got a sweet cabin and a guitar from Austin
and what little good I did
and if I get another morning
I’ll know it by the sun
angling in on a whisper
there is so much work to be done

he wore denim and a stetson
had a chisel a pencil and a grin
a master with a job don’t ask how or why he just asks
what and when
so play it on your daddy’s dobro
or fire off a twenty-one gun
there’s salt in the rio grande and
there is so much work to be done