Flanno

Paid my dues in the dust and rain

Bent-back days and a busted chain

Hands got scars from the worksite grind

Still I smile when the knock-off time

Boots on the mat, cap on the chair

Cold tin can and a wind-bit stare

You talk fancy, I just laugh

I wear my pride on a flanno shaft

And when the night runs long

I don’t need much

Just that old red cloth

And a little bit of guts

Flanno shirts

Better than hard yakka

Better than king G

It’s the flanno on me

Flanno shirts

Say what you wanna

I wear it rough

I wear it free

It’s the flanno on me

(on me)

Roads turn to dirt when the sky goes black

Spent half my life with a ute in back

Mates at the pub with a nod and grin

Same old yarns and the same old skin

No glass crown, no polished pose

Just a checkered life and a buttoned-up soul

If the world gets cold, let it bite

I got that red on my back tonight

And when the night runs long

I don’t need much

Just that old red cloth

And a little bit of guts

Flanno shirts

Better than hard yakka

Better than king G

It’s the flanno on me

Flanno shirts

Say what you wanna

I wear it rough

I wear it free

It’s the flanno on me

(on me)

Yeah, I’ve been broke

Yeah, I’ve been beat

But I don’t fold

I don’t quit easy

Flanno on me

Flanno on me

Raw and plain

That’s home to me

Flanno shirts

Better than hard yakka

Better than king G

It’s the flanno on me

Flanno shirts

Say what you wanna

I wear it rough

I wear it free

It’s the flanno on me

(on me)

Flanno shirts

Better than hard yakka

Better than king ghee

It’s the flanno on me