[Verse]
Steel-toed boots, clockin’ in at dawn,
Hands on the grind till the daylight’s gone.
Sweat drips heavy, paychecks thin,
Blue collar dreams where the hustle begins.
[Chorus]
Hard hat swag, makin’ green stack piles,
Punch that clock, runnin’ dirty for miles.
Grease-stained knuckles, dirt on my shirt,
Blue collar grind, yeah, we make it work.
[Verse 2]
Jackhammer rhythm, concrete symphony,
Lunchbox kingpin, livin’ frugally.
Twelve-hour shifts, no time for slack,
Green dollars earned, got the world on my back.
[Bridge]
Factory floors singin’ sparks in the night,
Calloused palms clutchin’ dreams held tight.
Punchin’ out late but the fire won’t fade,
Buildin’ my life with the dues I paid.
[Chorus]
Hard hat swag, makin’ green stack piles,
Punch that clock, runnin’ dirty for miles.
Grease-stained knuckles, dirt on my shirt,
Blue collar grind, yeah, we make it work.
[Verse 3]
Welding flames kiss the edges of steel,
Grinding gears scream, that’s the real deal.
Ain’t no shortcuts, this path ain’t clean,
But it’s honest bread earned, chasing that green.