“The Printer’s Song” by tommie rose:
!!!
oof
how many hands have touched the knobs to that old offset? and how many times has she come to life right before their eyes?
how many times has the ink knife touched her fountain well? and how many words did she paint? y’know she’ll never tell
now most folks don’t see the beauty Lord in the neon pressroom lights and they don’t see those printers printin’ way into the night
they got the rollers rollin’ and the ink a-glistenin’ story’s not told yet comin’ from the heart of the lonesome offset
oo-oo-hoo oo-oo-hoo oo-oo-hohh Oh-Ohh
now she sits there silent in the corner covered with dust and age and no more will calloused hands grace her rusty frame
and no more will the ink knife touch her fountain well and how many words did she paint? y’know she’ll never tell
oo-oo-hoo oo-oo-hoo oo-oo-Ohh-Ho! Oh-Ohh oo-hoo oo-hoo yeah! oo-hoo
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!!!
oof
how many hands have touched the knobs
to that old offset?
and how many times has she come to life
right before their eyes?
how many times has the ink knife
touched her fountain well?
and how many words did she paint?
y’know she’ll never tell
now most folks don’t see the beauty Lord
in the neon pressroom lights
and they don’t see those printers printin’
way into the night
they got the rollers rollin’ and the ink a-glistenin’
story’s not told yet
comin’ from the heart of the lonesome offset
oo-oo-hoo
oo-oo-hoo
oo-oo-hohh
Oh-Ohh
now she sits there silent in the corner
covered with dust and age
and no more will calloused hands
grace her rusty frame
and no more will the ink knife
touch her fountain well
and how many words did she paint?
y’know she’ll never tell
oo-oo-hoo
oo-oo-hoo
oo-oo-Ohh-Ho!
Oh-Ohh
oo-hoo
oo-hoo yeah!
oo-hoo