Verse 1) Rolled outta bed ‘bout quarter to nine, Got mortar in my coffee — tastes just fine. Ain’t got a boss ‘cause I run this crew, If it’s made of block, I’ll build it too. Sun’s beatin’ down like a furnace blast, Concrete’s hot enough to cook my lunch fast. Radio’s playin’, I’m hummin’ proud, I built that wall, and I told the crowd— ⸻ (Chorus) We’re blockin’ and rockin’ in the desert heat, Got dust in my beard and sore-ass feet. Stackin’ that stone with a country sound, Ain’t pretty, but the walls stay down. Hammer in my hand, life’s feelin’ fine, My name’s on the truck and the work’s all mine! ⸻ (Verse 2) Lunch break hits, I’m sittin’ on a pail, Countin’ tan lines and tellin’ tall tales. Said I once built a fence in one day flat — It took three, but we don’t talk ‘bout that. Phone keeps ringin’, more jobs to do, Got patios, porches, and a barbecue too. If it’s stone, I’ll make it shine, Just a mason boss on desert time. ⸻ (Final Chorus) We’re blockin’ and rockin’ where the cacti grow, Stackin’ high walls ‘til the sunsets glow. Mesa Masonry, strong and proud, We’re the block kings singin’ out loud! We don’t need suits or city crowns — We build it right, we built this town! ⸻ (Outro – Spoken with guitar twang) Yeah… Self-employed, sun-baked, and slightly dehydrated. But dang it… that wall’s perfect. (laughter, trowel scrape, country riff fades out) 🎸
