### Longshore Life Genre: Modern country rock / working-class anthem \[Verse 1\] Sun comes up on the harbor lights, Steel-toed boots and another long night. Coffee's hot and the wind cuts cold, We’re chasing that clock while the cranes swing gold. Container stacks reach up to the sky, Salt in our lungs, sweat in our eyes. From the first call whistle to the last ship's horn, We earn every dollar from the day we're born. \[Pre-Chorus\] The world's in a hurry, the ships roll through, Every box got a story, every load's got a crew. While the big wheels turn and the headlines fly, We're the hands that keep this whole world supplied. \[Chorus\] That's the longshore life, where the hard work's real, Steel on steel and a handshake deal. Through the rain, the wind, and the rising tide, We've got our brothers and our pride. From the docks to the world, let the big ships roll, We move the freight, but we carry the soul. Yeah, you can talk about money, you can talk about strife, But nothing hits harder than the longshore life. \[Verse 2\] Another late night, another ship to land, Radio crackling, got the job in hand. Automation's coming, the future's changing fast, But a man's worth more than a number on a cast. Bills keep climbing, groceries cost more, Still we're showing up early at the terminal door. Politicians talk while the working folks wait, We're just trying to get home and put food on a plate. \[Pre-Chorus\] From the old-timers who've seen it all, To the young guns answering the call, We stand on the shoulders of the ones before, With a union card and a whole lot more. \[Chorus\] That's the longshore life, where the hard work's real, Steel on steel and a handshake deal. Through the rain, the wind, and the rising tide, We've got our brothers and our pride. From the docks to the world, let the big ships roll, We move the freight, but we carry the soul. Yeah, you can talk about money, you can talk about strife, But nothing hits harder than the longshore life. \[Verse 3\] The rent's gone up and the clock won't slow, There's a family at home that we work for, you know. Kids need shoes and the truck needs gas, Another year gone by, man, the time moves fast. We hear about profits and the markets overseas, But nobody sees the toll on our knees. Every ton we lift, every mile we drive, Keeps the heart of the nation beating alive. \[Bridge\] Here's to the fallen, here's to the strong, Here's to the ones who've been holding on. Here's to the families who wait through the night, Hoping every worker makes it home all right. No machine can replace what we bring to the fight, The grit, the guts, and the human side. When the next ship docks and the fog rolls in, We'll punch that clock and do it again. \[Breakdown — Half-Time\] Hey! Hear that horn blow! Hey! Watch those lines go! Hands of iron, hearts of gold, We've been moving this world since the days of old! \[Final Chorus\] That's the longshore life, where the hard work's real, Steel on steel and a handshake deal. Through the rain, the wind, and the rising tide, We've got our brothers and our pride. From the docks to the world, let the big ships roll, We move the freight, but we carry the soul. When the times get tough, we stand up and fight, 'Cause nobody owns us but the longshore life! \[Outro\] So let those cranes swing and the harbor bells ring, Let the big ships sail with the goods they bring. When the sun goes down and the port lights shine, You'll find us on the waterfront, holding the line. Yeah, the world's moving forward, and we're part of the drive, Forever on the waterfront — LONGSHORE LIFE!
