Blue Collar Blood

Sun ain’t up, but I’m already gone,
Coffee in a travel mug, boots already on.
North Texas highways, tires humming loud,
Trying to make my kids damn proud.

Three branches riding on the back of my name,
Profit ain’t luck—it’s sweat in the game.
Wholesale batteries stacked to the roof,
The numbers don’t lie, they’re the only damn proof.

Got an old hound snoring on the porch at night,
Young pup chewing everything in sight.
Four kids waiting when I pull in late,
That’s why I keep pushing all this damn weight.

Hook
I’m blue-collar blood with grease on my hands,
Building tomorrow with today’s demands.
Cold beer popping when the workday’s dead,
Then do it all again with a clear damn head.

Keep the crew informed, keep ‘em all in line,
Win together one branch at a time.
They can talk all they want, I don’t give a damn—
Hard work built every inch of who I am.

Verse 2
Cost of living climbing like a runaway train,
Still ain’t heard me bitch or complain.
I just tighten my belt and tighten my grip,
Never let my family’s future slip.

Regional now, but I still know the floor,
Been the last one leaving and the first through the door.
I remember loading trucks in the pouring rain,
Now I’m helping others do the same.

Bridge
I wasn’t born with silver in my hand,
Just dirt, determination, and a damn good plan.
The paycheck’s nice, but legacy’s gold—
Raise good kids before I ever get old.

Final Hook
Blue-collar blood, backbone of the South,
Earned every damn word coming out my mouth.
Raise that glass if you’re built like me—
Working for your family because that’s how it’s supposed to be.