I'm an old Virginia boy,
and I operate a crane.
I work for some of the finest folks
you'd ever want to meet.
Mr. Henry Clay, Mr. Gurley, Mr. Bartow,
and Mr. Joe Sadler,
with some days, hmm, hmm.
Eight cars of number nine stone,
Betty Mix and Sam.
Eight cars of number nine stone,
I'm a brain -operatin' man.
Got Betty Mix goin',
sayin' drugs comin' in.
What do they expect
From one little puny man
My boss called me to his office
Here's what he had to say
There's eight cars of number nine stone
And load them all today
Eight cars of number nine stone
Ready, mix, and sand
Eight cars of number nine stone
I'm a great operating man
As soon as I got started,
my boss came to my crane
He told me to hurry up,
there's more stone comin' in
I've got three kids and a wife to feed,
and school close to by
I can't afford talkin' back,
so I got back rainin' high
Sixteen cars of number nine stone,
ready mixed and sand
Sixteen cars of number nine stone,
I'm a crane -operatin' man
I called my wife, said I'd be late,
keep my supper warm
But now it looks like
I won't get home until early morning
I'll work the whole night through,
when everyone is gone
Just before my bossman left,
he ordered eight more cars of stone
Twenty -four cars of
number nine stone,
Betty Mix and Sam
Twenty -four cars of number nine stone,
I'm a crane -operatin' man
I'm a crane -operatin' man,
I'm a crane -operatin' man,
I'm a crane -operatin' man,
I'm a crane -operatin' man...