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Papermill grind

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[Verse 1] Yeah… Paper mill lights Boilermaker life Clock in, clock out… Yo boys let’s ride Steel toes hit the floor before the daylight cracks, Lunchbox in my hand, got the world on my back. Boiler’s blowin’ steam, hear the pop offs scream, Everybody’s chasin’ one paycheck and a dream. [Pre-Chorus] Hotter than hell where the welders all stand, Burn marks tell stories written all on arms and hands. Shutdown season, ain’t nobody sleepin’, Twelve-hour shifts, another week we’re keepin’. [Chorus] Paper mill grind We don’t punch for fame We put food on the table That’s the name of the game Miles from the house But we’re built this way Boilermakers keep America runnin’ every day [Verse 2] One more weld One more load One more mile On a long black road Lord, watch over every crew tonight Bring us all back home by mornin’ light [Verse 3] Michigan cold, Louisiana heat, Doesn’t matter where we’re workin’, steel meetin’ steel. Livin’ out a duffel bag, motel keys and boots, Safety folk lined up with a mind full of rules. Coffee in the console, gas station food, Still crack jokes to keep each other in the mood. Everybody’s tired, nobody complains, Just another shutdown, just another train. [Pre-Chorus] Kids call askin’, “Daddy, when you home?” Wish I had an answer through this iPhone. Missin’ birthdays, ballgames, Christmas lights, Just so every bill gets paid on time. [Chorus] Paper mill grind That’s the life we chose From the smoke-stack sky To the muddy back roads Sixteen hours With the hammer down Headed back south To our hometown [Bridge] We don’t need applause We don’t need the praise Just another sunrise after fourteen days Brother to my left Brother to my right If one man’s down We’re all in the fight [Final Chorus] Paper mill grind That’s the life we chose From the smoke-stack sky To the muddy back roads One more weld One more mile Say a prayer Every little while Lord, keep these two hands alive That’s the heart of a boilermaker’s life [Outro] Yeah… Steel, sweat, diesel smoke Paper mills and open roads We ain’t famous… Just men who build the world before the sun comes up