Author - Luke Moore
Submitted By -The Journeyman
His neck is dark leather
His face hard and wind blown
Asking not for the age on his body
For he feels more years than he's known
He recalls much work of the past
The money and times he once made
Living each day as his last
For this be the way of his trade
He knows thousand mile weeks he once traveled
And storm work fourty hours straight
Many stories he tells, of the good times, the hell
Speak of linework, for it's guided his fate
He's seen countless men come and go
For them it just wasn't the way
Only two cant's this journeyman knows
If you can't cut it you surely can't stay
A breed apart and above stands the lineman
Hard working men in a job unforgiving
With his hook and tools and belt
What a damn fine way to make a living
Luke Moore 11/20/97