[Verse 1] Woke up early, long before the sun Alarm clock ringing, another day begun Met my dad at the diner, same booth, same cup Steam off the coffee while the town woke up No speeches, no hurry, just a nod and a grin Work boots on, we were rolling again [Verse 2] Warehouse lights humming with the other men Loading up materials, tools, and plans Pickup trucks rattling, diesel in the air Calloused hands, nobody complained Headed to the job site, measured every line Another slab waiting on borrowed time [Pre-Chorus] Concrete trucks lined up like they knew our names Dad checked the grade, said, “Son, let it rain” [Chorus] And I wouldn’t trade those days for anything Side by side learning what hard work means Twenty years of sweat, dust, and pride Under the open sky with my dad by my side Every pour told a story, every scar proved true I didn’t just build concrete — I built life with you [Verse 3] Backed the first truck up, let the mud roll out Raked it wide, screeded straight, no shortcuts allowed Juked it clean, bull float smooth as glass Dad watching close, letting lessons pass Kneeboards down, mags and trowels in hand Reading the slab like a map of the land [Pre-Chorus] He’d say, “Take your time, don’t rush it through The job’ll talk back if you listen to it, son, that’s true” [Chorus] And I wouldn’t trade those days for anything Side by side learning what hard work means Twenty years of sweat, dust, and pride Under the open sky with my dad by my side Every pour told a story, every scar proved true I didn’t just build concrete — I built life with you [Bridge] Now the sun’s going down on a tired old frame Back aches loud but I smile just the same ‘Cause I learned more there than I ever knew About showing up, seeing things through He didn’t say much, but he showed me how To be a man then, and I am now [Chorus] And I wouldn’t trade those days for anything Early mornings, dirty hands, everything Twenty years of work, laughter, and pain Building slabs, building trust, building a name If tomorrow comes and I’m doing it again I’d still choose those days with him every time, my friend [Outro] When the long day’s done and the tools are laid down We’d head back home while the sun sank low in that town Rest our bodies, find our strength To do it all again — and I’d do it all again the same
