[Verse 1] Clock hits five Steel-toes off Boss man barking Like a broke-down dog Same old lecture Same old frown I just smile Clock him out in my mind Traffic crawling But my heart speeds up Got a YETI in the cooler And a full tank up Backroad calling Like my best friend’s truck I’m already halfway To not giving a— (hey!) [Pre-Chorus] Got my paycheck folded In the visor, waiting All that hard week hurting ’Bout to turn to praising [Chorus] I’ve been clocking in, getting chewed out Time to clock out and turn up now (turn up now) From steel-toes straight to boots on the bar Raise that red cup high like a shooting star We ain’t talking ’bout work, we ain’t talking ’bout him We’re talking ’bout shots, about friends, about sin (oh yeah) If your boss’s been bitching all damn day Come on, clock out and turn up anyway [Verse 2] Pull up thumping Tailgate throne Dust in the headlights Small-town glow Koozie in my hand Phone on mute If he calls tonight He can talk to my boots Bonfire crackling Somebody brought cornhole Couple blondes barefoot Dancing on a tool box roll I see my crew Already halfway lit They yell, “You survived?” I yell, “I quit… for the night!” [Pre-Chorus] Got that timecard crumpled In my backseat floorboard Every curse he threw me Turns to one more pour [Chorus] I’ve been clocking in, getting chewed out Time to clock out and turn up now (turn up now) From steel-toes straight to boots on the bar Raise that red cup high like a shooting star We ain’t talking ’bout work, we ain’t talking ’bout him We’re talking ’bout shots, about friends, about sin (cheers!) If your boss’s been bitching all damn day Come on, clock out and turn up anyway [Bridge] Hands up if you earned that drink Hands up if you’re done with the grief Hands up if you’re sick of his voice Hands high, let’s make some noise (hey!) To the girls in scrubs and the boys in grime To the late shift legends on borrowed time We turn his barking into our choir Singing “I’m off the clock” around this fire [Chorus] I’ve been clocking in, getting chewed out Time to clock out and turn up now (turn up now) From steel-toes straight to boots on the bar Raise that red cup high like a shooting star We ain’t talking ’bout work, we ain’t talking ’bout him We’re talking ’bout shots, about friends, about sin (oh yeah) If your boss’s been bitching all damn day Come on, clock out and turn up anyway [Chorus] I’ve been clocking in, getting worn thin But tonight that door only swings one way in (one way in) From break-room blues to a backyard jam Got a whole dang weekend in the palm of my hand We ain’t talking ’bout work, we ain’t going back We’re talking ’bout love, loud trucks, cold pack (hey!) If your boss’s been bitching all damn week Come on, clock out, turn up, repeat (repeat) [Outro] Clock out, turn up Let that long day burn up Clock out, turn up ’Til Monday can’t catch us (oh yeah)

country, Big stadium country energy with modern pop drum programming and bright synth layers tucked behind twangy electric guitars; male vocals riding a mid-tempo four-on-the-floor groove. Verses stay tight and storytelling over a pulsing kick and simple bass; pre-chorus strips to claps and vocal stacks, then chorus explodes with gang shouts, wide guitars, and shimmering pads. Bridge drops to half-time with shout-along chant, then final chorus doubles length with ad-libs and crowd-style backing vocals.

Clocking Out And Turning Up