Work through the night,
With my hammer I swing.
Smile of delight,
When the iron it sings.

Back strong as oak,
With Fists out of lead.
Lift pipe well we joke,
Wipe sweat the from our head.

We work to the bone,
And don't care about rest
Our skills we do hone,
diesel pumps through our chest.

Dawn creeps through the trees,
See the grass and it's dew,
Mind clear and free,
Coming home to you.