Hell Of A Good Time

[Verse 1]
Alarm hits five
Steel-toe boots on the floor
Black coffee, lunch pail
Kiss my girl at the door
Clock in, head down
Ain’t afraid of sore hands
I ain’t rich in dollars
But I’m rich in my plans
[Chorus]
We do what needs doin’ for the ones we love
Blood, sweat, and overtime
Friday hits and we fire it up
Turn that hard day to a hard-to-quit smile
Yeah we work like a mule in the heat and the grime
But when the sun goes down, buddy we shine
We’re a blue collar, hold-it-all-together kind
And a hell of a good time (oh yeah)
[Verse 2]
Rust on my toolbox
But my word’s still brand new
Got bills on the table
But the lights stay on for you
Yard full of kids
Hand-me-downs on the line
That backyard cooler
Tastes a lot like pride
[Chorus]
We do what needs doin’ for the ones we love
Blood, sweat, and overtime
Friday hits and we fire it up
Turn that hard day to a hard-to-quit smile
Yeah we work like a mule in the heat and the grime
But when the sun goes down, buddy we shine
We’re a blue collar, hold-it-all-together kind
And a hell of a good time
[Bridge]
We ain’t high class
But we’re high on life
Warm beer, cold laughs
Under cheap string lights (hey!)
You can bet your last dollar
On this heart and this spine
I’ll break before I bend
But I’ll still dance all night
[Chorus]
We do what needs doin’ for the ones we love
Blood, sweat, and overtime
Saturday comes, church shoes on
Then it’s backyard grill and firefly time
Yeah we work like a mule in the heat and the grime
But when the sun goes down, buddy we shine
We’re a blue collar, hold-it-all-together kind
And a hell of a good time
Yeah we’re a hell of a good time

country, Modern radio country with a driving backbeat, twangy electric guitars, and warm male vocals. Verses ride a mid-tempo groove with tight rhythm section and subtle organ pad; chorus pops with stacked gang vocals, bright acoustic strums, and big singalong energy. Short lead guitar fills between lines, then a small breakdown before the last chorus for crowd-clap moments.