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[Verse 1]
Four in the morning, the hotel alarm rings loud
Dust on my work boots, far from the hometown crowd
Twelve hours on the site, hauling steel and pouring floor
My hands are calloused, and my lower back is sore
[Chorus]
I got those twelve-hour hard hat blues, heavy on my mind
Working this concrete highway, leaving my folks behind
Forty-four years old, doing a younger man's strain
Counting down the days till I can catch that homebound train
[Verse 2]
Renting a cheap room where the air smells like drywall grease
Calling up my kids just to buy a little peace
They say they miss their mama, ask when I'm coming home
I wipe a tear with a dirty glove, sitting here all alone
[Chorus]
I got those twelve-hour hard hat blues, heavy on my mind
Working this concrete highway, leaving my folks behind
Forty-four years old, doing a younger man's strain
Counting down the days till I can catch that homebound train
[Bridge]
Gravel under my boots, diesel smoke in the air
Sun beating down on a life that ain't quite fair
But I send every dollar back to keep the lights on tight
So I keep on lifting through the heat and the blinding light
[Guitar Solo]
[Chorus]
I got those twelve-hour hard hat blues, heavy on my mind
Working this concrete highway, leaving my folks behind
Forty-four years old, doing a younger man's strain
Counting down the days till I can catch that homebound train
[Outro]
Yeah, counting down the days...
Just a weary laboring woman, trying to get back home...
[Fade Out]
Details
GeneratedSep 17, 2026
Duration4:29
LanguageEnglish
Style
gritty Electric Blues, weary raw female vocals, slow shuffle tempo, deep driving bassline, crying electric guitar fills, dusty Hammond organ pad, intimate unpolished production
Credits
Prompt byDeepFalcon744
ModelAria v6
Prompt
A women in her 40’s working construction as a labourer gone 12 hour shifts away form family friends, blues
