The stories behind The Swab Don't Lie

• The Dry Front-Porch Blues Behind The Swab Don't Lie — How a resonator guitar and a deadpan vocal turn a sterilization standard into a work song with a sense of humor.
• The Swab Don't Lie Explains How Sterile Instruments Get Checked — A field guide to why sterile processing now trusts a chemical swab and a tiny camera over the naked eye, and the standard that made it official.

Lyrics

My eyes say clean,

my eyes done lied

before

I headed up to the fluorescent light,

looked polished, looked alright right, but eyes get

tired, eyes get old, eyes believe whatever they're told,

the swipe don't lie, no, the swipe don't lie, little green died or a

chemical died Swipe don't lie, no the swipe don't lie

Four amendments deep and it still ain't shy

Got a tiny camera down the throat of the steel

Sees what my naked eye can't feel

Every crevice, every hidden saint

Check before it joins the steam

The swab don't lie, no, the swab don't lie

Little green dot or a chemical dye

The swab don't lie, no, the swab don't lie

Four amendments deep and it still ain't shy

Rulebook's grown since the first edition

Four times patched with a field submission

Not because the old way failed the test

Just because somebody built a better guess

The swipe don't lie, no, the swab don't lie

A little green dye or a chemical dye

The swab don't lie, no, the swab don't lie

Four minutes deep and it still ain't shy

My house ain't clean

The swab decide