[INTRO – JOBSITE SFX] Chain rattle, generator hum… hood clicks down. [SPOKEN TAG] Sixteen a day. Every day. Till the run is done. [CHORUS] We drop dimes on the firing line, sparks talkin’ like a gun, Straw boss pushin’ hard—still we don’t run. Tack-up truck gone, just a blur in a blazing arc, Rig trucks swing, light it up, leave a signature in the dark. Hoosier poles, umbrellas up, keep the weather off the flame, Drag them leads, fire them Lincolns—work the night into the day, With a crowd and a whistle and the foreman sayin’ “C’mon…” We drop dimes till the run is done. [VERSE 1] Boots in mud before sunrise, lunch pail full of grit, Coffee black, eyes wide, can’t quit—won’t quit. Pipe laid out like a promise stretchin’ over hill and bend, And every bead we lay is money, pride, and backbone blend. Straw boss got that pace-set stare, “Keep it tight, keep it straight,” Numbers on a clipboard, pressure on the gate. Line it up, bump it in, square your land, clean your face, One hand on the stinger, one eye on the race. [PRE-CHORUS] Talk less, burn more, That’s the rule where the right-of-way roars. Sun up, sun down, We earn it inch by inch, joint by joint, round by round. [CHORUS] We drop dimes on the firing line, sparks talkin’ like a gun, Straw boss pushin’ hard—still we don’t run. Tack-up truck gone, just a blur in a blazing arc, Rig trucks swing, light it up, leave a signature in the dark. Hoosier poles, umbrellas up, keep the weather off the flame, Drag them leads, fire them Lincolns—work the night into the day, With a crowd and a whistle and the foreman sayin’ “C’mon…” We drop dimes till the run is done. [VERSE 2] Hoosier poles swingin’—set the umbrellas, lock ‘em in, Wind can howl, rain can bite, we still burn through the skin. Leads snake out like black rivers, stubs and slag at our feet, Lincoln barks, puddle shines—silver river, steady beat. One by one the rigs roll up, hood down, shoulder to shoulder, Every pass a little meaner, every joint a little bolder. Crowd watches quiet—then that nod when it lays just right, Stackin’ coins in the dark, makin’ daylight out the night. [BRIDGE] Sixteen hours makes a man feel split: Half iron, half ache, both legit. But when the tie-ins close and the last arc fades, You can taste that finish in the dust you ate. [BREAKDOWN – GANG SHOUTS] (HEY!) Umbrellas up! (HEY!) Leads out! (HEY!) Lincolns lit! (HEY!) Drop dimes! [FINAL CHORUS] We drop dimes on the firing line, sparks talkin’ like a gun, Straw boss pushin’ hard—still we don’t run. Tack-up truck gone, watch it flash and then it’s gone, Rig trucks swing, hood down, keep it rollin’ till dawn. Hoosier poles, umbrellas up, keep the weather off the flame, Drag them leads, fire them Lincolns—work the night into the day, With a crowd and a whistle and the foreman sayin’ “C’mon…” We drop dimes… till the run is done. [OUTRO – SPOKEN] Clock can have tomorrow. Tonight we own the line.

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