Lyrics
Intro
Spoken"Ten hours on my feet, dust in my lungs, and a boss who doesn't know my name. But at five o'clock, the tools go down and the boots head straight to the saloon. Raise 'em up, boys... let's ride!"IntroVerse 1I spent ten long hours working out in the sunSweating through my shirt until the shift was finally doneWiping off the grease, kicking up the heavy clayJust another working man earning everyday payThey can keep their fancy offices and high-dollar ties'Cause I’d rather see the world under open country skiesChorusHeavy-grooving stadium crowd shoutSlam the tools! (Crowd: Down!)Floor the gas! (Crowd: Go!)Hard work and hardwood! (Crowd: Hell yeah!)Cold beer flowing! (Crowd: Pour!)Riding back home! (Crowd: Home!)Until the night is done! (Crowd: Yee-haw!)Verse 2I pull up to the saloon and I kick the front door wideLeft all the corporate stress sitting right outsideEvery single scar sitting on these callus handsIs a badge of real honor in these frontier landsSo bartender line 'em up and slam 'em on the wood'Cause being back with my people never felt so damn goodChorusHeavy-grooving swampy crowd shoutSlam the tools! (Crowd: Down!)Floor the gas! (Crowd: Go!)Hard work and hardwood! (Crowd: Hell yeah!)Cold beer flowing! (Crowd: Pour!)Riding back home! (Crowd: Home!)Until the night is done! (Crowd: Yee-haw!)BridgeMusic drops low - Just a thumping bass drum and heavy table-slappingNo more bosses yelling, no more running on their clockWe’re shutting down the system and we’re rockin' this blockCrowd building to a complete, absolute frenzy: Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey!Final ChorusThe entire band explodes into a massive Southern rock wall of soundSlam the tools! (Crowd: Down!)Floor the gas! (Crowd: Go!)Hard work and hardwood! (Crowd: Hell yeah!)Cold beer flowing! (Crowd: Pour!)Riding back home! (Crowd: Home!)Until the night is done! (Crowd: Yee-haw!)TagThe electric guitars and fiddle stay high and wildYeah, it's hard work and hardwoodCrowd shouts: The working man's life!Riding back homeCrowd shouts: Singing our song!