Boots scuffed dirt roads calling loud
Flannel dusted sweat on my brow proud
Grinding till the whistle breaking bread with time
Puttin' 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 Smolder pleasure takes lead but we paid it in sweat dirty and raw the best night I'll get
Puttin' 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 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 the grind where we dig out our pride Made it honest not clean bruised knuckles won't bend stand tall 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 took care of bizz now pleasure follows Outlaw ain't just lawless it's the working man's grind 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 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 grind
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