Hired Hands from Keepsakes by Sam Carter

I was standing in the hallway on a bright December morning
Cursed the late-running postman as a letter struck the floor
I ran a finger down the seal of the envelope as I was yawning
‘As from the New Year you don’t work here anymore’

That’s all the thanks I’ll get for fifteen years of blood and sweat
You’ve underhandedly had the best of me

You were clearing your name when it all backfired
You placed the blame in the hands you hired
As you required somebody suffered and that’s not right
That’s not right

So they wrote to tell us that the company’s going under
A case of unforeseen circumstances and a woefully shortsighted MD
But the boss has kept his job and I can’t help but wonder
If he’d have acted differently with bills to pay and kids to feed

That’s all the thanks I’ll get unless the postman’s gone and lost the cheque
While you’ve shiftily had the best of me

You were clearing your name when it all backfired
You placed blame in the hands you hired
As you required somebody suffered and that’s not right
That’s not right

You were clearing your name now it’s all backfired
You placed the blame in the hands you hired
As you required somebody suffered and that’s not right
That’s not right
That’s not right
That’s not right

• English folk
• Folk
• acoustic
• folk rock
• indie folk
• singer-songwriter
• Sheffield