[Verse 1] Clock hits six Alarm hits hard Steel-toe boots in a gravel yard Southern Bleacher logo on my shirt Clockin’ in Clockin’ out Back hurts Same red dirt in my rearview glass Same slow line at the pump I pass Swipe that card Watch the numbers spin Whole week gone ‘fore it even begins [Chorus] I’m workin’ all day just to pay these bills Sweat on my brow All my dreams stand still But I close my eyes See a different scene Big house Big sky Million-dollar dream If I hit it big I’d be out that gate Peelin’ out past the “Employees Only” sign I hate Yeah I’m stackin’ these hours ‘til it ain’t what it seems Down at Southern Bleacher with my billion dreams [Verse 2] Boss man says “Son That’s life” I just nod Think about that yacht I’ll buy Buy Mama a porch with a river view Tell Dad “Hang it up This round’s on you” Ticket in my wallet from the corner store Scratch-off dust on the break room floor They joke I’m chasing what I’ll never see But it’s the only thing that’s chasin’ me free [Chorus] I’m workin’ all day just to pay these bills Sweat on my brow All my dreams stand still But I close my eyes See a different scene Big house Big sky Million-dollar dream If I hit it big I’d be out that gate Peelin’ out past the “Employees Only” sign I hate Yeah I’m stackin’ these hours ‘til it ain’t what it seems Down at Southern Bleacher with my billion dreams [Bridge] Maybe that money never comes my way (oh no) Maybe I’m standin’ right here ‘til my hair turns gray But I’ll keep that picture hid behind my ID A rich man walkin’ these poor man’s seats [Chorus] I’m workin’ all day just to pay these bills Sweat on my brow But I’ve got steel will ‘Cause when I close my eyes I still see that scene Big house Big sky Million-dollar dream If I hit it big I’d be out that gate Laughin’ so loud at the time I gave this place Till then I’m punchin’ in Holdin’ tight to the seams Down at Southern Bleacher with my billion dreams

Modern country-rock with male vocals; twangy Telecasters over a steady mid-tempo groove, warm organ pad underneath. Verses stay stripped with kick, bass, and picked acoustic; chorus lifts with big harmonies, ride cymbal, and a singalong crowd feel. Short bridge adds a half-time stomp before the final soaring hook.

Bleachers And Billion Dreams