Prompt / Lyrics
Verse 1 Alarm clock ringing at a quarter to five Another hard morning just to keep things alive Coffee black in a cracked-up cup Steel toes waiting by the pickup Hands got cuts that the day shift gave Back got a bend that the years all made But I ain’t ashamed of the dirt on my shirt A working man’s pride still smells like earth Verse 2 Boss man hollers, weld sparks fly Summer heat hangs in a southern sky Same packed lunch in a paper sack Same old prayer just to make it back Got a half-ton truck and a full-tank dream And a radio loud with a rebel streak Life ain’t fair, but fair ain’t king You do what you must for your own last name Pre-Chorus We ain’t built for easy, we’re built to grind Forged in the fire and the overtime Chorus We’re dust and diesel Grease and grit Ain’t much pretty, but we’re proud of it Built on long days, calloused hands Blue-collar hearts in a hard-work land Yeah, the whole world runs on what we’re giving Blood, sweat, rust, and living We’re dust and diesel
Tags
Morgan Wallen type male, Blue-collar country rock; heavy drums, electric guitar, steel accents, gritty working-man hook.
Duration
2:33
Instrumental
No
Created
3/17/2026