Dirt Gets Under The Fingernails

Harry Chapin

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[Intro] C G7 (x4) [Verse 1] Now he was a man who worked with his hands Only in a motor he found peace He could make an engine sing like a bird He could find his only kind of release When he was up to the elbows in the grease [Verse 2] She dreamed of a time for painting As she was cleaning up his stains from the rug She’d play all day with their children And try to meet him with a welcome and hug As he came shuffling thru the house with a shrug [Chorus] I tell you dirt gets under the fingernails And hate gets under the skin But a dream got a way of getting down to the bone And the heart of a body that it’s in [Verse 3] While he was making magic with his piston machines She was cleaning up the mess he’d left behind She was trying to make it through to the end of the day with a little empty time And do the painting that meant peace of mind [Chorus] I tell you dirt gets under the fingernails And hate gets under the skin But a dream got a way of getting down to the bone And the heart of a body that it’s in [Verse 4] Well one day she didn’t bother ’bout making his bed She hurried all the children out the door And she let the bills and the marketing go And she went and almost bought out an art supply store [Verse 5] It just happened that day he got to thinking Of the grease that always covered up his skin So he left the garage a little early He got a shave and a manicure and trim Came out clean as a plaster mannequin [Verse 6] He came home in a hurry But he almost didn’t recognize the place It looked like it’d been hit by a hurricane There was canvas filling every open space And she had paint all over her face [Chorus] I tell you dirt gets under the fingernails And hate gets under the skin But a dream got a way of getting down to the bone And the heart of a body that it’s in [Outro] They both stood stunned into silence Then their laughter exploded like a shout And he went out to make some magic in the kitchen The clean man learning what cooking was about And the dirty girl painting her messy heart out I tell you dirt gets under the fingernails And hate gets under the skin But a dream got a way of getting down to the bone And the heart of a body that it’s in

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