(Verse 1) He worked hard all week, sweat and calloused hands Pushing through the long days like a working man Come Friday evening when the sun goes down He loads up his truck and heads out of town (Chorus) With his old faithful dog and a little tent He hikes up the mountain where the wild air’s spent Builds a fire, cooks his meal under the stars so bright Sleeps like a baby through the cool mountain night Comes back down Sunday, soul feeling right Ready for the grind, ready for the fight (Verse 2) Just him and his hound on a rocky trail Carrying nothing but peace and a rusty pail Sits by the fire, lets the worries burn away One quiet weekend washes the week away (Chorus) With his old faithful dog and a little tent He hikes up the mountain where the wild air’s spent Builds a fire, cooks his meal under the stars so bright Sleeps like a baby through the cool mountain night Comes back down Sunday, soul feeling right Ready for the grind, ready for the fight (Outro – soft & slow) Yeah, he works hard… but he knows the secret A mountain, a dog, and a fire keeps him steady
