Boots scuffed dirt roads calling loud
Flannel dusted sweat on my brow proud
Grinding till the whistle breaking bread with time
Putin time on the clock hustle ain't no crime
Backroads whisper tales from a southern tune
Bloodshot rising under that faded moon
Hammer hits the anvil blue collars preach
Clockin’ out but pleasure ain't outta reach
Boots hit the gravel sun steady blazin' my back broken down but the fire ain't fadin'
Clock in clock out same grind waitin' no time for tears man no time for complainin'
Shovel in my hand sweat drippin' like sorrow today's pain pushes dreams for tomorrow
The boss don’t own me I wear my own chains lay bricks for my table drink from the rain
Clock strikes midnight dirt under my skin hands rough as the winds that I fight to begin
Made it to Friday steps heavy but free the first round’s on me brothers stronger than trees
Breaking bread cracking bottles the week’s done and over to the heart of the south where wolves start to smolderPleasure takes lead but we paid it in sweat dirty and raw but the best night I'll get
Putin pressure on the hours power plowed with my fists every tick of that hand fuels a blue collar twist
Every nail every beam every road that we pave comes with the pain of enslaving the day
Ain’t no easy ride when the South wind roars taking care of biz just to open the doors
Pleasure rides shotgun work drives while I steer hold my brothers close the dusk’s time draws near
Raise the glass to the muscled backs never break'n chains To women that dance in the fire like flames
To the outlaw's dream sweat turns gold unseen
To the anthem of hours free beneath moon's gleam Clock strikes midnight dirt under my skin hands rough as the winds that I fight to begin
Made it to Friday steps heavy but free the first round’s on me brothers stronger than trees
Breaking bread cracking bottles the week’s done and over to the heart of the south where wolves start to smolder Pleasure takes lead but we paid it in sweat dirty and raw but the best night I'll get
Took the week bare-knuckled every fight every stride on the backbone of a South where we dig out our pride Made it honest not clean bruised knuckles won't bend stand tall in the
First round's on me the weekend grows strong
Bottles lifted high while the band rolls along
Made it through the grind now this is our time
Outlaw ain't just lawless it's the working man's rhyme Chains draped heavy but the spirits stay wild Trucks roaring freedom dirt kicking live and wild
Counting shifts like steps can’t stop or pause
Round here we work hard that's the south's law
Echoes of laughter sweat-soaked pride
Circling fire where true souls confide
Shotgun stories loud like pistols crack
Dirty south dreams no turning back
First round's on me the weekend grows strong
Bottles lifted high while the band rolls along
Made it through the grind now this is our time
Outlaw ain't just lawless it's the working man's rhyme
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