In the heart of Midland, Texas,
Where the oil fields stretch wide
And the dust dances in the wind,
There's a boy, with skin tough as leather,
Hands scarred from hard work,
And eyes that hold the weight of family.
From Monday to Sunday,
He toils under the relentless sun,
A blue-collar warrior,
Fueled by grit and determination.
He knows no rest,
Only the duty to provide and protect,
For those he loves most.
Proudly, he stands tall,
A son of the Lone Star State,
Rooted in the soil of his ancestors,
His spirit unyielding,
His resolve unshakeable.
For he knows the value of hard work,
And the honor in his humble roots.
Midland may be his home,
But his heart and soul belong to Texas,
Where the spirit of resilience thrives,
And the pride of a blue-collar worker
Is as enduring as the desert sky
That stretches endlessly above.