Sore From His Wood

[Verse 1]
Been workin’ all weekend
He just won’t give it a rest
Keeps swingin’ that hammer
Like he’s got somethin’ to test
He said “lean a little closer”
I did the best that I could
Now I’m walkin’ like a cowboy
Yeah
I’m sore from his wood
[Chorus]
My butt is sore from his wood (oh lord)
Too much pushin’
More than it should
He laid it down like a two-by-four
Now I can’t sit right anymore
My butt is sore from his wood
But you know it still feels good
[Verse 2]
He built me that bedroom
Said “baby
Check out this frame”
Every board he nailed in
Had me callin’ out his name
He keeps sayin’ “one more plank”
Like I ain’t understood
Guess I’m payin’ for his labor
‘Cause I’m sore from his wood
[Chorus]
My butt is sore from his wood (yeah, yeah)
Too much pushin’
More than it should
He laid it down like a two-by-four
Now I can’t sit right anymore
My butt is sore from his wood
But you know it still feels good
[Bridge]
I told him “baby
Ease up”
He just grinned and shook his head
Said “I’m tryin’ to build a palace”
I said “start with a softer bed” (hey!)
If love’s a home improvement
Then I’ve done all that I could
‘Cause every inch of me is achin’
From that man and all his wood
[Chorus]
My butt is sore from his wood
Too much pushin’
More than it should
He laid it down like a two-by-four
Now I can’t sit right anymore
My butt is sore from his wood
Yeah
My butt is sore from his wood
But you know it still feels good (mmm-hmm)
Still feels good

rock, Gruff blues-rock stomp, male vocals, swampy slide guitar riff riding a mid-tempo backbeat, fat bass locked to a crunchy rhythm guitar. Verses stay tight and talky, chorus opens up with ragged gang shouts and bent note wails; short turnaround break for a greasy lead lick. Vocals half-sung, half-growled, leaning into humor and double entendre., blues