Boney Fingers

Recently I was re-introduced to a song while listening to my XM radio (channel 10, The Roadhouse) and was captivated by the lyrics. A requisite for good music is good lyrics. In my opinion, lyrics create good songs; the tune compliments and makes the lyrics relevant. Anyway, the song I heard was titled Boney Fingers sung by Hoyt Axton and Renee Armand. I am fixated on this song because it reminds me of some of my thinking on legacy and how hard work is not necessarily a preamble to success. Don't get me wrong, I am not endorsing a weak work ethic or even do-nothing laziness. Hard work is a good thing and a trait that ought to be exercised by each of us. I am just saying that hard work is not the primary ingredient for success. I have written about this in the context of legacy and generational blessing, of which you can find in the archives under the tags "life" and "search for contentment". Since I have referenced the song I might as well just post the lyrics. I recommend finding a copy from your favorite music source for personal enjoyment.

Boney Fingers

songwriters: Axton, Armand

See the rain comin' down and the roof won't hold 'er

Lost my job and I feel a little older

Car won't run and our love's grown colder

But maybe things'll get a little better, in the mornin'

Maybe things'll get a little better

Oh! the clothes need washin' and the fire won't start

Kids all cryin' and you're breakin' my heart

Whole darn place is fallin' apart

Maybe things'll get a little better, in the mornin'

Maybe things'll get a little better

Work your fingers to the bone - whadda get?

Boney fingers - boney fing-gers

Yeah I've been broke as long as I remember

Get a little money and I gotta run and spend 'er

When I try to save it, pretty woman come and take it

Sayin' maybe things'll get a litte better, in the mornin'

Maybe things'll get a little better

Work your fingers to the bone - whadda get?

Boney fingers - boney fing-gers

Yeah the grass won't grow and the sun's too hot

The whole darn world is goin' to pot

Might as well like it 'cause you're all that I've got

But, maybe things'll get a little better, in the mornin'

Maybe things'll get a little better

Work your fingers to the bone - whadda get?

Boney fingers - boney fing-gers