Blue Collar

I wake up in the morning when its dark and cold
Kiss my wife put on my overalls
I don't much like it but I hit the road
Punch that clock and do just what I'm told

Well I ain't much for taking orders
But what's a man to do
We got freight to haul to Denver
And they need it by noon

I work all day until the job gets done
I'm not working for myself but for the ones I love
And these scars upon my hands
They remind me every night
There ain't much that I can't do
My collar's blue

Our boots are scuffed and our necks are sore
Jeans get muddy and our shirts are torn
We don't make much money but we get by
We break our backs til' quitting time I know

But when that whistle blows on Friday
We feel like movie stars
Fill our pockets full of money
And burn down all the bars

I work all day until the job gets done
I'm not working for myself but for the ones I love
And these scars upon my hands
They remind me every night
There ain't much that I can't do
My collar's blue

I work all day until the job gets done
I'm not working for myself but for the ones I love
And these scars upon my hands
They remind me every night
That a man was born to work
And I'll be working til I die

So I'll work all day until the job gets done
I won't be working for myself but for the ones I love
And these scars upon my hands
They remind me every night
There ain't much that I can't do
My collar's blue