The Frac Hand He showed up greener than springtime grass Boots too clean Heart beatin' too fast Didn’t know iron from elbow or hand Just a guy with a hammer and a head full of sand Them old boys barked and them old boys swore Dust in their teeth Boots worn to the core "Hit it, boy. Harder. Swing till it sings." So he swung and he prayed on them broke-down things By noon he was blistered By sundown…