Just a Common Man (Tx)

My grandpa was a blacksmith, hammer in his hand, Forged steel in the fire, worked the rugged land. He’d say, “Son, sweat’s your honor, hard work’s your crown,” His wisdom built my heart, in that small Texas Town. Just a common man, workin' all day long, Hard hat on, singin' the same old song. Factory floors or fields under the sun, Truckin' the roads, gettin' the job done. Farmers plowin' the earth so wide, Ranchers ridin' with family pride. Construction crews buildin' what stands tall, We hold this nation, one and all. Just a common man, workin' all day long, Hard hat on, singin' the same old song. Factory floors or fields under the sun, Truckin' the roads, gettin' the job done. But bills keep comin', the pay don't stretch, Families hungry, feelin' the pinch. Jobs slippin' away to hands from afar, Low wages comin', raisin' the bar. Just a common man, workin' all day long, Hard hat on, singin' the same old song. Factory floors or fields under the sun, Truckin' the roads, gettin' the job done. We built this land with sweat and pride, Now they're takin' it, we won't hide. MAGA callin', make it great once more, For the common man, open that door. Just a common man, workin' all day long, Hard hat on, singin' the same old song. Factory floors or fields under the sun, Truckin' the roads, gettin' the job done. Just a Common man, standing tall and strong....