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Lyrics
Verse 1
Alarm clock ringing at a quarter to five
Another hard morning just to keep things alive
Coffee black in a cracked-up cup
Steel toes waiting by the pickup
Hands got cuts that the day shift gave
Back got a bend that the years all made
But I ain’t ashamed of the dirt on my shirt
A working man’s pride still smells like earth
Verse 2
Boss man hollers, weld sparks fly
Summer heat hangs in a southern sky
Same packed lunch in a paper sack
Same old prayer just to make it back
Got a half-ton truck and a full-tank dream
And a radio loud with a rebel streak
Life ain’t fair, but fair ain’t king
You do what you must for your own last name
Pre-Chorus
We ain’t built for easy, we’re built to grind
Forged in the fire and the overtime
Chorus
We’re dust and diesel
Grease and grit
Ain’t much pretty, but we’re proud of it
Built on long days, calloused hands
Blue-collar hearts in a hard-work land
Yeah, the whole world runs on what we’re giving
Blood, sweat, rust, and living
We’re dust and diesel
Details
GeneratedMar 17, 2026
Duration2:33
LanguageEnglish
Style
Morgan Wallen type male, Blue-collar country rock; heavy drums, electric guitar, steel accents, gritty working-man hook.
Credits
Prompt by
DJMike
DJMikeModelAria v5
