50 ton pay day

(Verse 1)

Sun ain’t up but the engine’s hummin’,

Steel boots hittin’ dirt, another shift is comin’.

Climb that ladder, wipe the dust from my face,

I live for the rumble of the quarry and the chase.

Boss man radio cracklin’, “Load it up, roll away,”

Another long haul headed down that grade.

(Pre-Chorus)

I ain’t chasin’ gold chains or some city parade,

I’m just a blue-collar heart with diesel in my veins.

(Chorus)

‘Cause it’s a 50-ton payday, iron in the sun,

Haulin’ that mountain till the work gets done.

Dust clouds risin’ while the big wheels turn,

Breakin’ my back for the money I earn.

Yeah, it’s a 50-ton payday, same grind, new day—

But I wouldn’t trade this life away.

(Verse 2)

Lunch break sittin’ with the crew on the tailgate,

Talkin’ ‘bout raise talk, long nights, and fate.

Load boys shoutin’, “Back it up, keep it straight,”

One slip here and you’re prayin’ to the Lord you make.

Sun finally drops but the lights stay bright,

Another heavy haul cuttin’ through the night.

(Pre-Chorus)

They don’t see the hard miles or the dues we paid,

But we’re the backbone of the dirt this country laid.

(Chorus)

‘Cause it’s a 50-ton payday, iron in the sun,

Haulin’ that mountain till the work gets done.

Dust clouds risin’ while the big wheels turn,

Breakin’ my back for the money I earn.

Yeah, it’s a 50-ton payday, same grind, new day—

But I wouldn’t trade this life away.

(Bridge)

When the overtime hits and the paycheck’s thick,

You forget every breakdown, every busted hitch.

From the loader to the dozer to the haul road climb,

We’re the kings of the quarry with dirt for a crown.

(Final Chorus)

It’s a 50-ton payday, hear the diesel roar,

Layin’ down tracks like a thousand times before.

Dust clouds risin’ while the big wheels turn,

Earnin’ every dollar that these calloused hands burn.

Yeah, it’s a 50-ton payday,

And tomorrow I’ll be right back the same damn way.