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Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Alarm at four
Coffee thick as tar
Dust on my boots
Before I hit the yard
Clock in
Head down
Jokes about the boss
Laugh through the splinters
Countin' up the cost
[Chorus]
Long hour
Blue collar
Treated wood job
Sweat in my eyes
But I still hold on
Hands full of splinters
Heart full of song
This pressure-treated paycheck
Keeps my people strong
[Verse 2]
Bundles on my shoulder
Creosote on my skin
Sticker that lumber
Stack it straight again
Forklift beeping
Backed-up trucks in line
Sun chewin' my neck
But the day ain’t mine
[Chorus]
[Bridge]
Smell that stain
It’s stuck in my clothes
Burns my throat
Runs up my nose
But that Friday envelope
Fills my tank
Feeds my home
Yeah I carry all this weight
So they don’t carry it alone
[Chorus]
Details
GeneratedJan 2, 2026
Duration3:02
LanguageEnglish
Style
Gritty heartland rock with male vocals, overdriven baritone guitar and steady mid-tempo groove. Verses stay tight and talky with palm-muted riffs; chorus widens with open chords, gang shouts, and driving kick. Subtle organ pad under the hook, big stacked vocals on the title line, short bluesy guitar break into the final chorus.
Credits
Prompt byHypnoticFilter798
ModelAria v5
Prompt
Working a long hour blue collar treated wood job
