Lyrics

Buck Knife Man Key of E Malone

He was a Buck Knife Man
He loved country music and sitting in his old deer stand
He worked at the plant for 40 years
He said, “I dont like it, but I do the best I can.”

Oh, don’t the clock keep ticking
It’s a run for the roses until you punch your ticket
Now I’m staring out the window at the stars tonight
holding daddy’s pocket knife
(I-4-I)

He took splinters from my hands
cut open presents and tomatoes off the vine
whittled on the porch just like his dad
If I cast in a tree, he would cut my fishing line CH

(C#m) It’s a sentimental thing
(D) Worth more than gold to me
Cause when I hold it in my hand
I feel closer to the man I E I F#m I

He was a buck knife man