cowboy politics

Blue Collar Truth (Country Western Style) 🎵 Verse 1 Well, holy hell, let me sing you a tune, ‘Bout the real-life cowboys under the moon. While suits in the city push paper all day, It’s the blue-collar heroes who pave the way! Chorus Who needs a lecture ‘bout the state of the nation, When your AC’s down and you’re losin’ patience? Four years of school won’t fix your roof, It’s the hammer-and-nail folks livin’ the truth! Verse 2 They’re out there in the sun, workin’ till it sets, Sweatin’ through the grit, breakin’ no regrets. You can keep your diplomas, that ain’t the key, Hard work and heart’s what sets you free! Bridge (Spoken in a gritty drawl) Now listen close, you high-falutin’ thinkers, While you sip your lattes and snap your fingers, There’s a welder in Texas and a farmer in Maine, Buildin’ this country with blood, sweat, and pain! Chorus Who needs a lecture ‘bout the state of the nation, When your fridge goes out and you’re in desperation? Four years of theory won’t tune your ride, It’s the wrench-turnin’ warriors who keep us alive! Outro (With a steady twang and rising energy) Yeah, success ain’t a fancy piece of paper, It’s the grease-stained hands of a real maker. From the open plains to the factory floor, These are the folks this country’s built for! (Yeah, that’s the truth, boys… blue collar strong and proud!) 🎵