The whistle blows, the sun sets, and the neon lights of the South Side call your name. Kick off your boots to this raw 1950s Chicago Shuffle.
🎶 About This Song: "Working Man's Stride" captures the gritty electric energy of a packed lounge on Maxwell Street in the mid-1950s. Featuring a driving shuffle beat, crying amplified harmonica, and a tube-distorted guitar that cuts right through the smoke, this track is an anthem for anyone who leaves it all on the factory floor. We combine authentic vintage composition with high-quality AI production to bring that raw, unpolished Chicago Blues sound back to life for the modern listener.
🎙️ LYRICS / MOOD STORY:
Yeah... Sometimes the hardest part of the day Is just finding the strength to walk away. This one's for every working man out there. Play it, son... play them blues.
Sun's going down on the South Side mills Lord have mercy Got dust in my throat and a pocket full of bills My boots are heavy but my heart's feeling light 'Cause I'm walking toward them neon lights tonight I left my sweat on that cold factory floor Now I'm stepping through a whole different door Yeah, watch me now
It's the working man's stride, moving down the street To the rhythm of the city and that shuffle beat Five o'clock whistle, yeah it's come and gone I'm gonna keep on walking 'til the break of dawn Yeah, I'm stepping high, I'm stepping wide Doing that midnight working man's stride Oh, play it boys!
I see the lights flashing down on Maxwell Street Smell them onions frying, hear them shuffling feet Lord, I can smell it Pass the pool hall where the old men shoot and play Shaking off the burden of this long, hard day Got a pocket full of nickels and a thirst that burns Waiting on the healing that the blues guitar brings
It's the working man's stride, moving down the street To the rhythm of the city and that shuffle beat Five o'clock whistle, yeah it's come and gone I'm gonna keep on walking 'til the break of dawn Yeah, I'm stepping high, I'm stepping wide Doing that midnight working man's stride
Down in the basement where the cigarette smoke hangs thick That walking upright bass makes my heartbeat quick I don't need no riches, don't need no gold Just a twelve-bar story for this weary soul Preach it, brother!
Bartender knows my name and just what I need Pour it strong, help me forget the daily grind indeed The piano's rolling like a southbound midnight train Washing away the sweat, the wind, and the rain I'm a king on this barstool with a glass in my hand Listening to the finest blues in the land Yeah, that's right
It's the working man's stride, moving down the street To the rhythm of the city and that shuffle beat Five o'clock whistle, yeah it's come and gone I'm gonna keep on walking 'til the break of dawn Yeah, I'm stepping high, I'm stepping wide Doing that midnight working man's stride
Yeah, keep on stepping, brothers... Don't let the boss man grind you down You earned this drink... you earned this night Keep walking that stride...
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