Verse 1
Sun comin’ up on a red clay road,
Diesel hummin’ like a heavy load,
Mud on the boots, coffee cold,
Radio cracklin’, doin’ what I’m told.
Low gear grindin’, slow and loud,
Sky hangs low like a concrete cloud,
Tires diggin’ ruts in luck,
Boss man sighs—yeah, we’re 50 ton stuck.
Chorus
50 ton stuck in the middle of nowhere,
Spinnin’ these wheels, throwin’ dirt in the air,
Steel and sweat, gotta make it through,
Ain’t no quittin’ when the day’s half blue.
Chain it up, don’t give a damn,
Hard hats low and a stubborn plan,
We’ll pull it free, dawn to dusk—
That’s how we live when we’re 50 ton stuck.
Verse 2
CB chatter, “You copy that?”
Loader creepin’ in, big yellow Cat,
Winch line tight, hear the cable sing,
Every inch earned, not a given thing.
Rain taps time on the windshield glass,
Payday rides on the weight of the task,
Hands are raw, backs are bent,
Faith in the iron and the hours spent.
Chorus
50 ton stuck in the middle of nowhere,
Spinnin’ these wheels, throwin’ dirt in the air,
Steel and sweat, gotta make it through,
Ain’t no quittin’ when the day’s half blue.
Chain it up, don’t give a damn,
Hard hats low and a stubborn plan,
We’ll pull it free, dawn to dusk—
That’s how we live when we’re 50 ton stuck.
Bridge
When the ground says “no” and the clock says “late,”
We lean on grit, not fate,
Every pull’s a promise kept,
By the calloused hands and the vows we’ve sweat.
Verse 3
Throttle breathes, she starts to move,
Mud lets go with a tired groove,
Cheers ring out like a victory bell,
From the men who know this grind too well.
Tracks roll clean, the road behaves,
Another notch cut in the lives we save,
Sun breaks through, dust kicks up,
From a lesson learned being 50 ton stuck.
Chorus
50 ton stuck in the middle of nowhere,
Spinnin’ these wheels, throwin’ dirt in the air,
Steel and sweat, gotta make it through,
Ain’t no quittin’ when the day’s half blue.
Chain it up, don’t give a damn,
Hard hats low and a stubborn plan,
We’ll pull it free, dawn to dusk—
That’s how we live when we’re 50 ton stuck.
Outro
Engines cool, boots hit the truck,
Laugh it off—yeah, we’re tough as luck,
Tomorrow brings another rut,
But we’ll be ready… even 50 ton stuck.
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