(Verse 1)
He’s the man with the plan
Works the boys real hard
Drives a beat up gray pickup truck
All around the yard
Flat tires, brakes squealin’ loud
Mashin’ that gas pedal all the way down
Looks like it’s about to fall apart
But somehow it’s still gettin’ around
He sits behind Linda
While she’s workin’ the loads
Printin’ out bills
For the guys on the road
She’s always keepin’ him in line
Or at least she’s givin’ it a shot
He just laughs and keeps on movin’
‘Cause changin’ Craig? Probably not
(Pre-Chorus)
Some folks love him
Some folks don’t
Some call him crazy
Some just roll their eyes
But that pole yard needs somebody
Who can keep it running smooth
Even with duct tape dreams
And chaos on the move
(Chorus)
He’s Craig Hiljus, boss of the yard
Keeps the whole damn circus runnin’ hard
Coffee in his hand before daylight starts
Tryin’ to hold together broken parts
Yeah he’ll fuss, laugh, and push too far
He’s Craig Hiljus, boss of the yard
(Verse 2)
He knows every driver’s name
Every trailer's broken light
Who’s gonna show up late again
Who’s probably callin’ off outright
Got grease on his blue jeans
Stress lines on his face
That hardhat ain't there for safety
It's holdin' what's left in place
Linda calls him from the office
“Craig, where are those bills!”
He says “I gave them to Dave
I'm sure he has all of them still"
But deep down they all know
That place wouldn't hold up too well
If Craig ever let go
Or called it quits with Bell
(Bridge)
Ain’t no trophies for the blue collar kind
Just long days and a worn-out mind
But the best ones keep showin’ up anyway
Holdin’ the whole damn place together every day
(Final Chorus)
He’s Craig Hiljus, boss of the yard
Rollin' in style and always on guard
Half boss man, half referee
Full chaos coordinator honestly
Yeah he ain’t perfect, but he works real hard
He’s Craig Hiljus… boss of the yard
(Spoken)
"Let's go... these poles ain't gonna load themselves."
MikeMajorDMW
