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Backstory:

After losing both my parents and having to clean out their homes, etc. I found myself in the bittersweet position of remembering the fond times and not wanting to accept the finality of them being gone.

Lyrics:

                                                  
V1              
Told mom I’d clean out her garage			
So  she could park her Focus inside
It had turned into a place for storage			
Since last April when my father died
              
I’m immersed in a flood of memories			
Of all I learned inside these walls 
Dad on his craftsman table saw			
as I watched the sawdust fall

Pre-chorus 1
It didn’t really matter what we built			
what mattered was the way I always felt

Chorus 1
Sweeping up sawdust, in a cloud of memories
When I finished building with my dad, my job was
Sweeping up sawdust, always did my part
Still a little sawdust ended up, in the corners of my heart

V2
Mom wanted me to take home
In the U-Haul she had me rent
Shovels. Rakes and garden hoes
Dad’s toolbox and work bench

one at a time we loaded
his workshop not that truck bed
When I finally moved the table saw
There was sawdust under it

Pre- chorus 2
AS I fought to hold back the tears
Once again like I’d done for all those years (I was)

Chorus 2
Sweeping up sawdust, in a cloud of memories
I was finished building with my dad, but it’s still my job
Sweeping up sawdust, I still did my part
Once again a little sawdust ended up
In the corners of my heart.

Bridge
Had a workshop like my dad, when that day was done
When my baby boy gets older, I am going to teach my son (about)

Chorus 3
Sweeping up sawdust, we’ll make new memories
When we finish building something, it’ll be his job
Sweeping up sawdust, hope he loves his part
So a little bit of sawdust will end up
In the corners of his heart


Copyright 2022.
Ray Allen Kayanek (ASCAP)