They can have their modern world... we'll take the grit and the tried-and-true."
This one is for the men who built this country with their own two hands. For the fathers and grandfathers who didn't need a tutorial to fix an engine, and for the next generation ready to learn the value of hard work. "Iron In The Blood" is a tribute to the blue-collar soul.
Grab a wrench, turn up the volume, and let's get to work. 🛠️
🎸 Lyrics:
My grandpa had hands like heavy grit sandpaper
Built his own house on a few acres of land
He didn't need an app to tell him the weather
Just a look at the sky and a calloused right hand
Now the kids are staring down at glowing little screens
Forgetting how it feels to build an honest dream
But out here in the yard, the engine still roars
We remember the value of a rusted screen door
Yeah, the times keep changing, moving way too fast
But we're holding onto the things built to last!
We got iron in the blood and dirt on our boots!
Ain’t afraid of the sweat, ain't forgetting our roots
From the factory lines to the old county roads
We carry the weight, yeah, we carry the load
They can have their modern world, shiny and new
We’ll take the grease, the grit, and the tried-and-true!
Yeah, iron in the blood!
I still drive the Chevy that my old man bought
Taught me how to wrench and taught me how to fight
Said, "A man's only good as the word that he's got"
And you always stand up for the things that are right
They say our way of living is a thing of the past
But legends don't fade, and good steel lasts
So rev up the engine, hear that V8 roar
We remember the value of a rusted screen door
Yeah, the times keep changing, moving way too fast
But we're holding onto the things built to last!
We got iron in the blood and dirt on our boots!
Ain’t afraid of the sweat, ain't forgetting our roots
From the factory lines to the old county roads
We carry the weight, yeah, we carry the load
They can have their modern world, shiny and new
We’ll take the grease, the grit, and the tried-and-true!
Raise a glass to the working man, beating the drum
To the fathers who made us the men we've become
We don't need a trophy just for showing up today
We earn every dollar the old-fashioned way!
Yeah, iron in the blood and dirt on our boots!
Ain’t afraid of the sweat, ain't forgetting our roots
From the factory lines to the old county roads
We carry the weight, yeah, we carry the load!
Just some grease, some grit, and the tried-and-true.
Iron in the blood!
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