Pinholes in My Weld

Cracked my hood at 6 a.m., fire’s lit and steel is prepped,

Laid that root pass slick and smooth, like a pro who never slept.

But when I checked that X-ray screen, my heart near hit the floor,

Tiny holes in perfect lines — I’ve seen that mess before.

🎶 There’s pinholes in my weld, like ghosts inside the steel,

They creep in when I’m workin’ hard, and mess up how I feel.

I’ve cleaned the joint, I’ve changed my gas, I’ve done all I can do,

But them pinholes in my weld, man, they’re haunting me like glue. 🎶

Changed my wire, dried my rods, checked the cup and tightened hose,

Ground it clean, no grease or grime, wore my lucky flameproof clothes.

Still that inspector shook his head, said, “Back it out, again.”

So I cursed the sky, and told myself, “This ain’t how it ends!”

🎶 There’s pinholes in my weld, like shadows in the light,

They sneak in quiet, wreck the pass, and vanish outta sight.

I stitch it hot, I run it slow, I chase the perfect bead,

But them pinholes in my weld, man, they’re stronger than my need. 🎶

Some blame the flux, some blame the breeze,

But I swear it’s weldin’ witchcraft in the breeze.

Still I grind, and I burn, and I strike that arc again,

‘Cause I ain’t lettin’ tiny holes beat this weldin’ man!

🎶 No more pinholes in my weld, I finally cracked the code,

Preheated, purged, and watched that flow like gold.

Now my cap’s clean, my root runs proud — the test man gave a nod,

And I walked out feelin’ like a steelworkin’ god! 🎶