Shut the Iron Valve

[Кіріспе] [Куплет 1] Rain ticks hard on the tin roof seam Corn packed high in the concrete bin The burner rolls back, blue turns mean Hot air climbs where it shouldn’t begin [Куплет 2] The plenum gauge jumps past the red Wet boots slide by the auger door “Give it ten,” the manager said “Nearly dry—we hauled this load for more” [Қайырма] I put my hand on the iron valve Turned it shut while the flame kicked wild You can save that batch, you can curse my name But i won’t feed a fire to a mountain of grain [Куплет 3] The roar fell flat; the fan kept on Steam breathed out through the roof vent slats He held his clipboard like a shield I watched the gauge come slowly back [Қайырма] I put my hand on the iron valve Turned it shut while the flame kicked wild You can save that batch, you can curse my name But i won’t feed a fire to a mountain of grain [Guitar solo] [Көпір] Rain on the ladder, rain on the bin One wrong spark and the whole load goes Let the wet corn wait till morning comes No one gets to bargain with a flame [Қайырма] I put my hand on the iron valve Turned it shut while the flame kicked wild You can save that batch, you can curse my name But i won’t feed a fire to a mountain of grain