Matthew
Tyler Childers Lyrics


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Works the night shift at the depot
With a pistol and a light
And he guards them rusted missiles
Countin' whitetail to pass the time
And he's worked there for a long while
Since he came home from overseas
Helpin' Kilcorn fight the good fight
And bring Baghdad to its knees

And it was hotter than the mountain
But it weren't so he couldn't stand
And it weren't so much the heat wave
Nearly as much as all the sand

Now his daddy, he's a lockman
With a good leg and a fake
That he got off of a buddy
And a shitshot that he made
And he worked them hands to splinters
And he raised them youngins right
On a little bit of scripture
And an acreage of paradise

And he'd go out on the weekends
And he played like Clarence White
Clarence, but had a real job
Picked the guitar when there was time

Keeps a trap line in the winter
Keeps a line wet in the spring
On a lock wall fishin' muskie
With his eldest and Steve
And they swap tales about their raisin'
And they tell the office lies




And they go home when they've the notion
And the muskie quit bitin'

Overall Meaning

Tyler Childers's song "Matthew" tells the story of two different men, Matthew and his father. Matthew is portrayed as a working-class man who is employed on the night shift at the depot. He spends his time guarding rusted missiles with a pistol and a light, and passing the time by counting whitetail. He has worked there for a long while, ever since serving overseas and helping Kilcorn fight the good fight to bring Baghdad to its knees. The song alludes to the unbearable heat and the constant presence of sand that Matthew experienced during his time overseas.


In contrast, the song shows Matthew's father as a hardworking family man who is a lockman with a good leg and a fake that he got off of a buddy. Despite his physical setbacks, he is characterized as having worked his hands to splinters and raised his children right with a little bit of scripture and an acreage of paradise. Additionally, the song highlights his love for playing guitar, much like the legendary Clarence White, whenever he has the time. The song concludes by mentioning how Matthew and his father spend their time by swapping tales of their raisin' and telling office lies, all while fishing for muskie as a way of bonding.


Line by Line Meaning

Works the night shift at the depot
A man is working the graveyard shift at a train station


With a pistol and a light
He patrols the area during his shift with a gun and a flashlight


And he guards them rusted missiles
He is in charge of protecting old missiles that are stored there


Countin' whitetail to pass the time
To alleviate boredom, he counts the number of deer that pass by


And he's worked there for a long while
He has been employed at the depot for a significant amount of time


Since he came home from overseas
He started working there after coming back from serving in the military abroad


Helpin' Kilcorn fight the good fight
While overseas, he fought alongside someone named Kilcorn for a just cause


And bring Baghdad to its knees
They were involved in the military action that led to the fall of Baghdad


And it was hotter than the mountain
The weather was extremely hot


But it weren't so he couldn't stand
Despite the heat, he was still able to handle it


And it weren't so much the heat wave
The intense heat wasn't the main issue at hand


Nearly as much as all the sand
The abundance of sand was a more significant problem


Now his daddy, he's a lockman
His father works as a lock specialist


With a good leg and a fake
One of his dad's legs is prosthetic, but he still gets by well


That he got off of a buddy
The leg was given to his father by a friend


And a shitshot that he made
His dad is also an accomplished marksman who makes homemade ammunition


And he worked them hands to splinters
His dad has worked himself to the point of causing serious damage to his hands


And he raised them youngins right
He has raised his children with proper values and ethics


On a little bit of scripture
His father has instilled religious teachings into their upbringing


And an acreage of paradise
The family lives on a piece of land that provides them with a comfortable, idyllic life


And he'd go out on the weekends
His dad enjoys going out on his days off


And he played like Clarence White
He is a skilled guitar player comparable to the famous Clarence White


Clarence, but had a real job
However, unlike Clarence White, his dad has a regular job as his main source of income


Picked the guitar when there was time
He only has time to play guitar during his free moments


Keeps a trap line in the winter
During the winter, he has a line of traps set up to catch animals


Keeps a line wet in the spring
In the spring, he keeps a fishing line in the water to catch fish


On a lock wall fishin' muskie
He enjoys fishing for the muskie fish in the area's lock walls with his son and friend Steve


With his eldest and Steve
His oldest child is often present with him and Steve while fishing


And they swap tales about their raisin'
During their fishing trips, they often discuss stories about their respective upbringings


And they tell the office lies
They also share humorous lies or embellishments about their work and office lives


And they go home when they've the notion
They end their fishing trips and go home whenever they feel like it


And the muskie quit bitin'
When the muskie fish stop biting, they know it's time to call it a day




Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: Timothy Tyler Childers

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Most interesting comment from YouTube:

@raneshitter7889

Works the night shift at the depot
With a pistol and a light
And he guards them rusted missiles
Countin' whitetail to pass the time
And he's worked there for a long while
Since he came home from overseas
Helpin' Kilcorn fight the good fight
And bring Baghdad to its knees
And it was hotter than the mountain
But it weren't so he couldn't stand
And it weren't so much the heat wave
Nearly as much as all the sand
Now his daddy, he's a lockman
With a good leg and a fake
That he got off of a buddy
And a shitshot that he made
And he worked them hands to splinters
And he raised them youngins right
On a little bit of scripture
And an acreage of paradise
And he'd go out on the weekends
And he played like Clarence White
Clarence, but had a real job
Picked the guitar when there was time
Keeps a trap line in the winter
Keeps a line wet in the spring
On a lock wall fishin' muskie
With his eldest and Steve
And they swap tales about their raisin'
And they tell the office lies
And they go home when they've the notion
And the muskie quit bitin'



All comments from YouTube:

@danielbrager3049

"And he worked them hands to splinters
And he raised them youngins right
On a little bit of scripture
And an acreage of paradise" Always reminds me of my dad ♥️

@joshwick67

I Listen to TC in Iraq all the time, helps me though this deployment for sure. The long hours in full kit, IDF etc. dusts the soul off I guess. Keep on making them gems sir!

@zacharytuggle7247

Been there and done that. 2006, 2007, 2008, and 2009.

@karenfortson6942

Thank you for your service may God protect you ☮

@korykompelien9306

Stay safe brother, stomped them sands in 2006.

@360PacNWDiscGolf

Thank you for your service brother

@Queenie1925

Was in Iraq in 09 and Afghanistan in 12. This song hits home

@christianblundell4091

This is one of the few songs on this album that has the twangy/wailing wildness that the outlaw masses are pinin’ for! Don’t let the mainstream clean you up too much Tyler!

@votkalemon2276

Real talk!!

@lukyguy1240

Yeah I've already heard live versions of some of these songs, and they're much better in my opinion.

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