Blood and Bone of a Working Man

Life hits different when you're built this way. Worn out boots from another hard

day. True company man, clock don't matter. Sun burns low while the steel

still clatters. Wind cuts cold, rain soaks to bone. Snow on his

collar, still driving on. Jaw locked tight, pain buried deep. No prayers spoken,

just promises he keeps. Sore as hell but you'll never tell.

He learned real early how to carry it well. First one there, last shadow gone.

He don't break, he just keeps pushing on. Pushing on, pushing on.

Life hits different when you live like this. When quitting's a word you never