5.30 in the morning and the ferry is on his way
Takes one for the road, a kickstart to the day
Staring at a crack to his screen, spare his stain on the window pane
Radio don't work
This girl's leaning up on the fence line by the grass
Smiling, looking pretty so he won't make the bus
And the look on that face as he laces his chaps
Is there something kinda sexy about a sweaty broken back?
We follow the farrier
Legendary strong
Picking up the pieces, he has to draw the line
And he won't stop striking till the end of time
Picking up the pieces, the world gone dry
He's a shot, they're more
And he makes his way with a blacksmith stomp
Well over the land, underneath the skies
The blacksmith wields his hammer with his leather-coated hands
Travelling in the south, whistling in the east
There's nowhere he won't head to fit a cork and wedge
And a shetland in the rain and a shire in the sun
A race yard in the snow and plenty more to go
On one hand tips his cup of tea and a hot milk wrapped round his knee
Thinking of home
But follow the farrier
Legendary strong
Picking up the pieces, he has to draw the line
And he won't stop striking till the end of time
Picking up the pieces, the world gone dry
He's a shot, they're more
And he makes his way with a blacksmith stomp