Silas Crowe - Name On My Shirt

Got my name on my shirt, grease on my hands, Callus and grit, that’s where I stand. Morning hum of the shop comes alive, Steel starts singin’ and the gears all drive. Rolled up my sleeves, grabbed that wrench, Knuckles bleed from the same old bench. Bolts seize up, the line runs slow, Ain’t no shortcut when you’re earnin’ your toll. Ain’t waitin’ on luck, ain’t chasin’ no praise, Just turnin’ these gears, countin’ the days. It’s another long shift, just work and sweat, Got the blues in my bones and my name on my shirt. Shop lights buzz, hum of the fans, The floor’s slick black where the oil stands. Motor coughs, the chain runs rough, You learn the trade, or you move along. Lunch in the breakroom, coffee gone cold, Nobody talks much, nobody cares. Bell cuts short whatever you do, Back to the grind, that’s the goddamn truth. Ain’t waitin’ on luck, ain’t chasin’ no praise, Just turnin’ these gears, countin’ the days. It’s another long shift, just work and sweat, Got the blues in my bones and my name on my shirt. Bolt won’t break, wrench slips free, Blood on the thread, don’t matter to me. Found my peace in the noise and grime, This machine hums the same as my mind. Got my name on my shirt, A paycheck gone before it gets home. Nothin’ new, just the same old tune, Got a job, a harmonica, and a worn-out truth. Ain’t waitin’ on luck, ain’t chasin’ no praise, Just turnin’ these gears, countin’ the days. It’s another long shift, just work and sweat, I’ve got dirt in my veins and my name on my shirt.