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The scars of a working man. On his hips hang his tools, on his back his family. His wife and his sons. To be the backbone of America the men in a dirtier uniform. I'm not above the dirt on my boots but under a higher calling in a lower place.
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Jun 19, 2015
Jun 19, 2015 at 5:24 PM UTC
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The scars of a working man. On his hips hang his tools, on his back his family. His wife and his sons. To be the backbone of America the men in a dirtier uniform. I'm not above the dirt on my boots but under a higher calling in a lower place.
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Jun 19, 2015
Jun 19, 2015 at 5:24 PM UTC
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