Verse 1
He wakes up every morning with the sunrise,
Pulls on his boots, it's the same old skies.
Thirty-seven years climbing poles and wires,
Through the storms, the heat, and the ice-cold fires.
He’s got the scars to prove his trade,
A lineman’s life, the dues he’s paid.
Chorus
Three marriages, three kids he adores,
One old pickup that’s seen it all before.
The house is paid off, the dream's alive,
He’s a lineman, through it all, he’s survived.
With every mile and every tear,
He’s stood tall for thirty-seven years.
Verse 2
The wind may howl, the rain may fall,
But he's out there answering the call.
His hands are rough, his heart is kind,
He's the backbone of the power line.
Three weddings later, he still believes,
In love, in life, in the strength of trees.
Chorus
Three marriages, three kids he adores,
One old pickup that’s seen it all before.
The house is paid off, the dream's alive,
He’s a lineman, through it all, he’s survived.
With every mile and every tear,
He’s stood tall for thirty-seven years.
Bridge
He’s seen the highs, he’s felt the lows,
Through every storm, his spirit grows.
He’s a lineman, steady and true,
With a job to do, he’ll see it through.
Chorus
Three marriages, three kids he adores,
One old pickup that’s seen it all before.
The house is paid off, the dream's alive,
He’s a lineman, through it all, he’s survived.
With every mile and every tear,
He’s stood tall for thirty-seven years.
Outro
Now the lines stretch far and the years roll by,
But he still finds peace under that sky.
A lineman’s life, carved in stone,
With his heart and hands, he’s built his home.