Heehaw Stomp

Soft hands with your head hanging low

You got no plans and nowhere to go

You're always lying round and you're always waiting

With your no good reasons for your complaining

I got no time or sympathy for the kind

Who put their needs ahead and put their morals behind

No time and too much weight on my spine to give you

Sense and a dime to hear you shuffle and whine

The man of today don't have a back for the weight

Nobody to wait for food on the plate

Soft hands why don't you do it yourself

Instead of waiting for your uncle to help

Pick up your limp chin and tighten up your belt

Instead of waiting for your shadow to help

The man of today has withered away....