From the recording Jukebox Deluxe, Volume 3
Lyrics
BLUE COLLAR WORKING MAN
Roll up your sleeves and let’s get to work
I hear it every day
Lift them tires and balance them wheels
We’ve all got bills we need to pay
Grease on my fingers…dust in my hair
Twenty-five cars waiting and the boss don’t care...
I’ll just keep on keeping on until I’m through
I’m a blue collar working man doing what I got to do
Work…I work…I work…
Work…I work…I work…
Snow on the highway...it's time for chains
I keep my diesel running
I keep it steady…I feel no pain
Another snowfall coming
My eyes are tired...my will is strong
Six hours to Dallas through this Texas storm…
I’ll just keep on keeping on until I’m through
I’m a blue collar working man doing what I got to do
Work…I work…I work…
Work…I work…I work…
Hearse is parked and the grave is open
Backhoe is ready to roll
Someone’s got to lay to rest our families and loved ones
And all them folks we don’t know
Dirt in my boots…sweat in my eyes
I forget the aches and pains when the widow cries
I’ll just keep on keeping on until I’m through
I’m a blue collar working man doing what I got to do
I’ll just keep on keeping on until I’m through
(Until I’m through, yeah)
I’m a blue collar working man doing what I got to do…
(What I’ve got to do)
I’m a blue collar working man doing what I got to do…
Work…I work…I work…
Work…I work…I work…
Work…I work…I work…
Work…I work…I work…
Work...
© 2023 Christopher Iverson Music/BMI
words & music: Christopher Iverson