It aint just the blue collar or the hands in the dirt
or the coal on the belt line or the paint on the shirt
or the dust from the cowboy and the cattle he's drivin'
or the eighteen wheels rollin and the gravel thats flyin'
my best friends named Sparky, he works in the mine
six miles deep, come rain or come shine
dont take lip from no one, ive seen him move fast
give him some **** and he'll hand you your ***
I got a buddy called Outlaw, he rolls eighteen wheels
sometimes nine in a corner with the logs on his heels
he aint scared of nothin, says he dont like to fight
says hes just exercisin' for the long haul tonight
my ol man swung a hammer for most of his life
he earned blood sweat and tears
but he came out alright
might be a church in the city or a cabin far from town
but he''ll die in his tool belts before he'll die sittin down.
it aint just the blue collar or the blood in the dirt,
or the coal beneath your skin or the scars from the work,
or the rope burns on your hands and yet you keep ridin
its just the breath thats the difference between livin and dyin.
(c) 2013 CJM
Aug 30, 2013
Aug 30, 2013 at 12:32 AM UTC
It aint just the blue collar or the hands in the dirt
or the coal on the belt line or the paint on the shirt
or the dust from the cowboy and the cattle he's drivin'
or the eighteen wheels rollin and the gravel thats flyin'
my best friends named Sparky, he works in the mine
six miles deep, come rain or come shine
dont take lip from no one, ive seen him move fast
give him some **** and he'll hand you your ***
I got a buddy called Outlaw, he rolls eighteen wheels
sometimes nine in a corner with the logs on his heels
he aint scared of nothin, says he dont like to fight
says hes just exercisin' for the long haul tonight
my ol man swung a hammer for most of his life
he earned blood sweat and tears
but he came out alright
might be a church in the city or a cabin far from town
but he''ll die in his tool belts before he'll die sittin down.
it aint just the blue collar or the blood in the dirt,
or the coal beneath your skin or the scars from the work,
or the rope burns on your hands and yet you keep ridin
its just the breath thats the difference between livin and dyin.
(c) 2013 CJM
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