Autobiographical tune about the summer I worked as a “sanitary engineer” for the town of West Seneca. I developed a sincere respect for the guys who do this for a living. Back then, we had to lift each can by hand and throw ‘em in the truck. (No hydraulic lifting trucks like they’ve got today)! Yeah, the job stunk, get it?

Not an entirely instrumental tune, but I’ve classified it as such due to the amount of fingerpicking in it.

My favorite part of the song you ask? I liked how the mic picked up my foot stomping while my fingers fondled the fingerboard.

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Re-recorded this in 2010

Original Year Composed: 1984