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[Verse 1]
I still remember that Monday morning,
Work boots clean and a brand-new shirt,
Mum dropped me off before the sunrise,
I didn’t know much about honest dirt.
The old boy said, “Grab that toolbox,
And don’t just stand there looking lost,”
I thought I’d learn a bit about plumbing,
Had no idea what that would cost.
We were under floors and up in ceilings,
Digging trenches through the clay,
I learned real quick that being a plumber
Was more than taps and drains all day.
[Chorus]
I was young when I picked up the tools,
Didn’t know the trade, didn’t know the rules,
Just knew I wanted to earn my way
And have something to show at the end of the day.
Through busted hands and summer heat,
Wet work boots and aching feet,
Every job taught something new,
That’s how a plumber makes it through.
[Verse 2]
There were six a.m. starts on building sites,
Concrete decks and tower cranes,
Copper lines running floor to floor,
Stormwater filling up in the rain.
The tradesmen made it look so easy,
Then handed the job across to me,
“Go on, mate, you’ve watched it often,
Let’s see if you were listening properly.”
Sometimes I got it, sometimes I didn’t,
Sometimes I did the whole thing twice,
And nothing teaches an apprentice faster
Than cutting copper ten mil short at five.
[Chorus]
I was young when I picked up the tools,
Didn’t know the trade, didn’t know the rules,
Just knew I wanted to earn my way
And have something to show at the end of the day.
Through busted hands and summer heat,
Wet work boots and aching feet,
Every mistake and every screw-up too
Made me better than I ever knew.
[Verse 3]
Then the years rolled on to maintenance,
No drawings there to tell you why,
Just a customer saying, “Something’s leaking,”
And a water stain spreading twice the size.
Blocked drains at four on Friday,
Hot water dead when the day’s near done,
You learn to listen, you learn to think,
And you don’t go home till the water runs.
Somewhere between those early mornings,
The dusty work vans and calls at night,
I stopped being the kid who carried tools
And became the bloke who made things right.
[Bridge]
You remember the ones who taught you,
The ones who’d make you do it again,
The ones who’d swear when you stuffed it up,
Then show you how instead.
And every young bloke starting Monday
With brand-new boots and nervous hands,
Doesn’t know it yet, but years from now
He’ll finally understand.
[Final Chorus]
We were young when we picked up the tools,
Learning the trade and learning the rules,
Building a life one job at a time,
One leaking pipe, one blocked-up line.
Through busted hands and summer heat,
Long days standing on tired feet,
There’s easier ways to make it through,
But I wouldn’t trade the life I knew.
[Outro]
I still remember that Monday morning,
Work boots clean beneath the dawn.
Funny how you start out carrying tools…
Then one day you’re the one passing them on.
Details
GeneratedAug 15, 2026
Duration4:14
LanguageEnglish
Style
Australian folk-rock, earthy male vocal, acoustic guitar, marching beat, raw storytelling, haunting emotional chorus
Credits
Prompt byBanditHeavy373
ModelAria v5.5
