My old man, pick me up
Every day at half past four
I'd hide behind that old school
Waiting on his flatbed Ford
I'd climb up in that cab
With someone I didn't wanna be
The true blue collared man
Putting in my time at work
Years written on my hands
A blessing and a curse
Everyday looking older
Covered up in grease and dirt
Whole world upon my shoulders
With my name on my shirt
Punching clocks, raising kids
It's all there is in all these towns
Turned eighteen, turned my back
Packed my bags and headed out
Then I did every thing I could
To make sure I'd never be
The true blue collared man
Putting in my time at work
Years written on my hands
A blessing and a curse
Everyday looking older
Covered up in grease and dirt
Whole world upon my shoulders
With my name on my shirt
You get older and you see things differently
All that matters now is working for my family
I wonder if he'd be proud
If he could see me now
The true blue collared man
Putting in my time at work
Years written on my hands
A blessing and a curse
Everyday looking older
Covered up in grease and dirt
Whole world upon my shoulders
With my name on my shirt
I got my name on my shirt
My name on my shirt
Name on my shirt
