[Verse 1] Five-oh-three and the coffee’s burnt, Same old shirt with a little more dirt. Truck starts rough, but she starts like me— Couple bad noises, then we find our feet. Got a bill on the dash and a knot in my back, Lunch in a cooler with a busted latch. Some days winning ain’t a victory lap, It’s pulling those boots on and coming back. [Pre-Chorus] Old boy grinned when the damn thing seized, Said, “Cussing helps, but it don’t turn these. Ease it back. Get a better bite. We got more than one way to get this right.” [Chorus] Ain’t done yet—put the coffee on! Been knocked flat, but I ain’t gone. Let that hard luck lean its weight; I can change my angle, I can change my pace. Catch my breath, get my feet back set— There’s a whole lot of try left in me yet. Resistance, meet persistence— You ain’t seen the last of me yet! [Verse 2] Learned on a wrench with a rounded head, More force won’t fix what you haven’t read. Sometimes the answer is a quarter-turn back, A different tool from the bottom of the sack. Sometimes it’s calling your buddy at ten: “Hell, I’m stuck. Can you look again?” He says, “Move over. Let me get a light.” Two tired heads get the damn thing right. [Pre-Chorus] We’ve both got scars from the harder way, And a few good tricks from our worst damn days. A busted plan ain’t the end of the road— It’s a place to stop and adjust the load. [Chorus] Ain’t done yet—put the coffee on! Been knocked flat, but I ain’t gone. Let that hard luck lean its weight; I can change my angle, I can change my pace. Catch my breath, get my feet back set— There’s a whole lot of try left in me yet. Resistance, meet persistence— You ain’t seen the last of me yet! [Bridge — quiet, then building] I’ve sat in the driveway, engine cold, With things on my mind I never told. Hands that can carry a hundred pounds Couldn’t quite put that worry down. Then somebody knocked on the passenger side: “You coming in? Been a hell of a night.” I said, “I’m trying.” They said, “I know. Come eat something. We’ll take it slow.” [Breakdown — stomp and shout] One more try! With a little more sense! One more hand! When the load gets dense! Take your rest! Then take your shot! We can work with what we’ve got! [Final Chorus] Ain’t done yet—put the coffee on! There’s a light in the shop and the crew’s rolled up. Let that hard luck lean its weight; We can change our angle, we can change our pace. Catch our breath, get our feet back set— There’s a whole lot of try left in us yet. Resistance, meet persistence— You ain’t seen the last of us yet! [Outro — spoken over the last guitar riff] Well… that didn’t work. Hand me the other one.
