Crown City Blues

[Verse 1]
Clock in dawn-dark
Coffee tastes like dirt
Steel-toes drag
Back already hurt
Patch says “Crown City
” shirt says “Mark”
Jose says “hurry your ass up
” right on cue
Every damn day starts
[Chorus]
Got these Crown City blues
Soaked in oil and bad news
Jose riding my back like I’m some broke-down mule
He says “tighten that bolt
” I’m like “it’s tight
You fool”
I’m tired
I’m broke
But what the hell can I do
Just a sad
Pissed-off mechanic with the Crown City blues
[Verse 2]
He’ll toss a wrench
Say “fix that shit
Kid”
Like I ain’t the one who kept his truck running last winter blizzard
He calls me “princess” when I wipe my hands
Then screams “move your ass” while he scrolls his phone
Barking out demands
[Chorus]
Got these Crown City blues
Soaked in oil and bad news
Jose riding my back like I’m some broke-down mule
He says “tighten that bolt
” I’m like “it’s tight
You fool”
I’m tired
I’m broke
But what the hell can I do
Just a sad
Pissed-off mechanic with the Crown City blues
[Bridge]
Someday I’ll tell him “fix your own damn truck” (yeah)
Take this name tag off
Say “I’m out
Good luck”
But till that day comes
I’ll curse under my breath
Turn another rusty bolt
Laugh so I don’t lose my head
[Chorus]
Got these Crown City blues
Soaked in oil and bad news
Jose riding my back like I’m some broke-down mule
He says “tighten that bolt
” I’m like “it’s tight
You fool”
I’m tired
I’m broke
But what the hell can I do
Just a sad
Pissed-off mechanic with the Crown City blues
Yeah
Crown City blues
And a foreman who’s a pain in the ass too

folk, Slow, sparse country ballad built around fingerpicked acoustic guitar and soft upright bass; male vocals with a weary, conversational tone that leans into the humor. Verses stay intimate and close-mic’d, brushing in light brushes and room reverb; choruses swell a bit with gentle harmonies and a subtle organ pad. Occasional wry ad-libs and half-laughed lines underline the sad-funny feel., acoustic, slow, country, sad