Lyrics
Intro
"We’ve all done our time on the line this week, boys. Sweated out our pay and took a whole lot of orders. But tonight, this old neon light is the only boss we’re listening to. Here's one for the working class... let's shuffle, boys."
Verse 1
I punched my ticket at the factory gate todaySpent forty hours just to earn an honest payThe boss was barking orders like he always doesBut my mind was drifting to where the music wasNow the shift is over and the tools are put awayAnd I'm heading right back down where the country pickers play
Chorus
Mid-tempo bakersfield shuffle crowd shoutPass the bottle! (Crowd: Pass it!)Slam the wood! (Crowd: Slam!)Workin' man's sanctuary! (Crowd: Hell yeah!)Neon lights! (Crowd: Shine!)Forget the boss man! (Crowd: Forget 'em!)Until the night is done! (Crowd: Yee-haw!)
Verse 2
The politicians talk about the things they're gonna changeBut they've never seen the bottom of a hard-luck rangeThey don't know the calluses sitting on my thumbOr the simple feeling when the weekend finally comesI don't need no mansion or a high-society nameJust a cold glass of whiskey and a country-shuffling dame
Chorus
Mid-tempo bakersfield shuffle crowd shoutPass the bottle! (Crowd: Pass it!)Slam the wood! (Crowd: Slam!)Workin' man's sanctuary! (Crowd: Hell yeah!)Neon lights! (Crowd: Shine!)Forget the boss man! (Crowd: Forget 'em!)Until the night is done! (Crowd: Yee-haw!)
Bridge
Music drops low - Just a bouncy walking bass and steady snare brush-tapLet the Telecaster twang and let the pedal steel cryWe’re leaving all the corporate stress to wither up and dieCrowd building to a warm, rhythmic chant: Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey!
Chorus
The entire band explodes back in with full twangy guitars and steelPass the bottle! (Crowd: Pass it!)Slam the wood! (Crowd: Slam!)Workin' man's sanctuary! (Crowd: Hell yeah!)Neon lights! (Crowd: Shine!)Forget the boss man! (Crowd: Forget 'em!)Until the night is done! (Crowd: Yee-haw!)tagThe telecaster and steel guitar trade clean, melodic licksYeah, it's a workin' man's sanctuaryCrowd shouts: Where the working class runs!Our neon hideoutCrowd shouts: Singing our song!