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2:14
Words
Verse 1
First week you cut a straight line crooked
Swept the floor twice and still missed the corner
Now the old men ask for you by name
And I pretend that doesn't make me proud
Six in the morning you open before me
Kettle on, mirrors clean, radio low
Pre-Chorus
Nobody throws a party for a Tuesday
So I made you a song on a Tuesday instead
Chorus
Steady hands, steady hands, that's the whole trade
You learned to listen before you learned to cut
One day this chair is yours and the shop keeps going
Steady hands, kid, you're already good
Verse 2
You remember which one lost his wife in spring
You know who takes his tea with too much sugar
That is not scissor work, that is something else
That is the part that nobody can teach you
Your mother came by, she says you send her money
I didn't tell her that I knew, but I knew
Chorus
Steady hands, steady hands, that's the whole trade
You learned to listen before you learned to cut
One day this chair is yours and the shop keeps going
Steady hands, kid, you're already good
Bridge
Take the last appointment, I will lock up tonight
Go and see your friends, you are twenty-two
The shop will still be standing in the morning
And so will I, right behind you
Outro
Steady hands, steady hands
Go on, kid, the chair is yours
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