It's Nothing I Can't Handle

[couchgrouch]

It's Nothing I Can't HandleHe'd been a tough longshoremanrowdy Texas oil rig foremanfought hard for Stormin' Normanand could take any man in the barthen he fell in love and took the vowswas too proud to give her a pre-fab housecos for such a rough n tumble manthat oak grove on his little patch of landwas like a lumberyardyeah, nothing stood in his wayany challenge and he'd always say"it's nothing I can't handle"one night he came home to their cabinhad no warning it had happenedat first he thought she was just nappin'cos ev'ry sound and kind word had been packedshe left those rooms full of emptinessand midnight made it feel like even lessfelt his life and will begin to fadetraded bein' a Jack-of-all-tradesfor a bottle of Jackcos nothing stood in his wayempty jugs drained him till he'd say"it's nothing I can't handle"when your life's destroyed you're left with a voidand feelin' too weak to crawlit's strange how sometimes the hardest hill to climbis having no hill at allhe fin'lly deserted those deserted roomslet friends and work fill his heart's vacuumcos nothing stood in his wayat night he'd beg for strength and say"it's nothing I can't handleit's nothing I can't handleit's nothing I can't handle"(c)2006 Robert George