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Lyrics
[Verse]
Boots hit the gravel before the sun can rise,
Calloused hands pull on gloves, tired but wise.
Steel-toed steps, they pave the way,
While suits sip coffee and start their day.
[Prechorus]
They don't ask for much, just a fair share,
But the world spins blind, like they’re not there.
[Chorus]
They’re the backbone of the land,
Sweat and grit in every strand.
Carving roads, stacking stone,
Building dreams they’ll never own.
They hold it all, yet no one understands—
Blue-collar heroes with dirt on their hands.
[Verse 2]
A welder’s spark lights the factory floor,
The sound of engines, a working man’s roar.
Rain or shine, they don’t back down,
Invisible faces in every town.
[Prechorus]
Their shoulders bear the weight of gold,
But their worth gets bought and sold.
[Chorus]
They’re the backbone of the land,
Sweat and grit in every strand.
Carving roads, stacking stone,
Building dreams they’ll never own.
They hold it all, yet no one understands—
Blue-collar heroes with dirt on their hands.
Details
GeneratedDec 15, 2025
Duration2:21
LanguageEnglish
Style
accompanied by a steady bassline and light percussion. a fiddle weaves mournful melodies in the verses, country, melodic, while the chorus brings in harmonized vocals for a heartfelt, anthemic lift. male vocals deliver the song with grit and sincerity., acoustic; warm acoustic guitar picking lays the foundation
Credits
Prompt byIndustrialImproviser426
ModelAria v5
Prompt
Write me a country song about blue-collar workers how they hold up the entire country on their backs they’re not appreciated for what they do and people act like they’re second class citizens when the
