Ridin’ Shotgun on a Garbage Run

[Intro] Steel and smoke, I left behind, Traded that line for the open kind, Where the garbage rolls and the muscle shows, And the summer sun don’t ever slow. [Verse 1] Four years on the paint line, prison in disguise, Clockin’ in felt like shackles, same walls, same eyes. I said, “This ain’t life, just a cage with pay,” So I walked out the door, found a brand-new way. [Chorus] Now I’m ridin’ shotgun on a garbage run, Sweat and stink under the burnin’ sun. Thirty-minute break on a fourteen-hour day, But it beats that factory chain any damn way. It’s a stinky gym, it’s a heavy load, But it feels like freedom on this broken road. [Verse 2] Summertime piles high on the street, Sixty-five hours just to make ends meet. Union card says I’ll get my due, But the best part’s knowin’ I can see this through. [Chorus] So I’m ridin’ shotgun on a garbage run, Sweat and stink under the burnin’ sun. Thirty-minute break on a fourteen-hour day, But it beats that factory chain any damn way. It’s a stinky gym, it’s a heavy load, But it feels like freedom on this broken road. [Bridge] I’m savin’ my pay for a Tennessee dream, Triple-wide sittin’ by a mountain stream. Hundred acres wide, where the wild grass grows, That’s the kind of heaven every hard man knows. [Chorus] So I’m ridin’ shotgun on a garbage run, Sweat and stink under the burnin’ sun. Thirty-minute break on a fourteen-hour day, But it beats that factory chain any damn way. It’s a stinky gym, it’s a heavy load, But it feels like freedom on this broken road. [Outro] Yeah, it feels like freedom on this broken road.