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Truth Be Told By Mack Hollowpoint Some saw him as simple and just plum mean Wore overalls and they weren’t ever clean Chawed a cigar I ain’t ever seen lit he was missing A pinky on his right hand and he was always popeyed He smiled enough when he had money in his hand He was a good mechanic and as tough as his wrenches People whispered about him but never talked out loud No he wasn’t much of their crowd he don’t pray out loud He hired me to push a broom then taught me to rebuild carbs soon In the evening when the shop closed down he’d hand me a beer And without a sneer he’d sit me down for chess and he could sing any Sunday hymn And when I joined in he’d wear a grin he wasn’t simple he wasn’t mean He wore his heart on his sleeve truth be told it was the whispers that needed tuning One night the lights flickered low and the radio quit He said boy don’t fear the quiet that’s where God sits He hummed a hymn so soft it felt like a prayer And I swear the whole shop breathed like grace was in the air He told me every man carries storms you’ll never see And the ones who talk the loudest ain’t the ones who bleed He said don’t judge a soul by the gossip on the street Truth lives in the hands and the work and the heat I asked about the pinky and he just shook his head Said some stories ain’t for telling some are better left unsaid Then he showed me how to listen to the world like a song Said if you hear it in your chest then you’ve been hearing it all along He hired me to push a broom then taught me how a heart blooms In the evening when the shop closed down he’d hand me a beer And without a sneer he’d sit me down for chess and he could sing any Sunday hymn And when I joined in he’d wear that grin he wasn’t simple he wasn’t mean He wore his heart on his sleeve and truth be told he was the real thing I found my first song in that old shop’s dust A boy learning grace from a man the town didn’t trust And I still hear him now when the night gets thin A quiet voice saying boy let the truth be told