Can't Stick Em - Bear Hands

Well the fork couldn’t stick 'em and the knife couldn’t cut him

So they threw him in the dog pen and locked up the shutter

When they took him to the saw mill, the saw he broke

Oh, he’s as strong as an ox and as wide as a moat

But by night it’s always the same he’s like I wanna go home

And go home

Well he’s going out hunting in his fine fur coat

Oh, he’s whistling a tune that his mother wrote

When you see a grey goose you’re a lucky man

That’s metal in your pocket, it’s grease in the p-p-p-pan

But by night it’s always the same he’s like I wanna go home

And go home

Go home

And go home

I wanna see the fire g-, fire g-go

I wanna see the fire g-, fire g-go

I wanna see the fire g-, fire g-go

I wanna see the fire g-, fire g-go

I’ve got so bad with loosing the blues

It’s holding me back when I’m in the mood

The successful part of me has died several times

And still I dance for you