Lyrics
Intro
Spoken"Some folks look down on a man who works with his back, but I sleep like a king every single night. My hands might be dirty... but my money is clean. Let's roll."
Verse 1
I look down at my fingers at the end of the dayCovered in the black oil and the heavy river clayThere ain't a sink in this town that can wash it all whiteIt’s a permanent badge from a five-to-five fightBut when I pull out my wallet to buy a round at the woodEvery single dollar bill is honest and good
Chorus
Heavy-grooving stadium crowd shoutWork the line! (Crowd: Work it!)Hold your head! (Crowd: High!)Dirty hands and clean money! (Crowd: Hell yeah!)Honest dollar bills! (Crowd: Earned!)Riding back home! (Crowd: Home!)Until the night is done! (Crowd: Yee-haw!)
Verse 2
The high-society slickers look down from their towersThey make millions of dollars just by faking their hoursThey got perfectly clean skin and a big fancy nameBut their souls are corrupted by a corporate gameI’d rather sweat for my bread and bleed for my nameLiving out an outlaw life with nothing to shame
Chorus
Heavy-grooving stadium crowd shoutWork the line! (Crowd: Work it!)Hold your head! (Crowd: High!)Dirty hands and clean money! (Crowd: Hell yeah!)Honest dollar bills! (Crowd: Earned!)Riding back home! (Crowd: Home!)Until the night is done! (Crowd: Yee-haw!)
Bridge
Music drops low - Just a thumping bass drum and heavy table-slappingNo blood on my cash, no lies on my tongueJust the proudest anthem that a working man ever sungCrowd building to a complete, absolute frenzy: Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey!
Chorus
The entire band explodes into a massive Southern rock wall of soundWork the line! (Crowd: Work it!)Hold your head! (Crowd: High!)Dirty hands and clean money! (Crowd: Hell yeah!)Honest dollar bills! (Crowd: Earned!)Riding back home! (Crowd: Home!)Until the night is done! (Crowd: Yee-haw!)tagThe electric guitars and pedal steel stay high and wildYeah, it's dirty handsCrowd shouts: And clean money!The working man's prideCrowd shouts: Singing our song!