INTRO There’s a man with concrete in his veins, Sunburnt skin and stubborn ways, Sixty years of push and drive ... We call him Rod. VERSE 1 Workin’ hard all your life, Concrete dust and overtime, Back near broke, Heart rebored. Muscles weak, Legs near gone, Don’t get started on the brain, Sun’s cooked you to the core. PRE-CHORUS They said, “Work is life, give it all you’ve got,” But there’s more than that ... don’t forget what you’re not. CHORUS Life’s more than punchin’ in, More than chasin’ pay, More than draggin’ busted boots Through another day. Shove on over, clear the dust, Take a second view ... When the job runs dry, What carries you? VERSE 2 Is it money in the bank, Bigger house, more land? Kids runnin’ wild With your calloused hand? Cold beer sunset, Laughin’ loud and free? Or livin’ like your old man ... All grit, no guarantee? PRE-CHORUS Heat’s done its time, clock ticks strong, If work’s your whole world, you’ve read it wrong. CHORUS Life’s more than punchin’ in, More than chasin’ pay, More than wearin’ out your back Just to own the day. Shove on over, clear the dust, Take a second view ... When the job runs dry, What carries you? BRIDGE Your style is country, Your heart is country, Red dirt truth runs deep. You weren’t built for concrete walls ... You were built to keep. FINAL CHORUS Life’s more than punchin’ in, More than breakin’ through, It’s the love you guard, The land you stand, The ones who stand by you. Shove on over, make your mark, Let the real shine through ... Your style is country, Your heart is country, Your why… Is country too.
