Four on the Floor (Across This Land)

Verse 1

Sun just crackin’ over county lines

Coffee black, boots still caked in time

Keys hit the dash, hear that thunder sing

Hemi breathin’ like a live damn thing

Chrome caught fire in the morning light

Dust on the hood, but she runs just right

Another town, another job to do

Another mile chewin’ up the truth

Pre-Chorus

Hands on the wheel, knuckles split and scarred

Earn my keep from the sweat and the yard

Chorus

Four on the floor, Dodge Ram rollin’ strong

From the rustbelt towns to the desert dawn

We don’t stay long, but we leave our mark

Hard work done from sun to dark

Across America, one job at a time

Four-by-four and a Hemi grind

Verse 2

Back roads hum like a vinyl groove

AM radio, got nothin’ to prove

Steel toe boots on a motel floor

Another sunrise knockin’ at the door

Load it up, tear it down, build it straight

Hands get raw but we don’t complain

From barn roofs high to refinery heat

We earn our bread on calloused feet

Pre-Chorus

Every handshake sealed in dirt and oil

This country’s built on backs that toil

Chorus

Four on the floor, Dodge Ram rollin’ strong

Through the wind and the gravel and the long way home

We don’t stay long, but we leave it right

Every bolt tight by the end of the night

Across America, one job at a time

Four-by-four and a Hemi grind

Guitar Solo

(Long bend, slide guitar cryin’, engine revs underneath)

Bridge

Seen snow in the north, red clay in the south

Salt flats burnin’, rust in our mouth

City lights fade in the rearview glass

But the work still calls, so we hit the gas

Verse 3

Payday folded in a worn out wallet

Fuel light low but we still haul it

Ain’t no glory in the easy lane

Just pride in the muscle and the strain

Chorus

Four on the floor, Dodge Ram rollin’ strong

Built like the men that keep it runnin’ along

We don’t stay long, but we stand our ground

Every town knows that work got done

Across America, one job at a time

Four-by-four and a Hemi grind

Outro

When the road runs out and the engine cools

There’s a trail behind us of broken rules

Still rollin’ on till the job’s all through

Just a man, his truck, and the work we do