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Steel-Toed Saints 2 by Daniel

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Steel-Toed Saints 2

Cain Walker Style Music

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Some crawls up on my lifted ram,
Rock star can in a callus tan, Steel toes thump that gravel floor,
Been ridin’ that grind since 04, Hive’ this shirt in a bag that aches,
Boss man talks, I just do what it takes, Dirt in my lungs, sweat in my eyes,
A workin’ man don’t apologize We ain’t saints but we stand our ground,
Whiskey, dust and sound, World might push but we don’t scare,
We built these calluses fair and square, Got a porch light burnin’ through the night,
Couple real friends who show up and fight, And a blue-eyed woman with my last name too,
That’s all the heaven I ever knew.
Crew rolls deep, no need to brag, Lunch pails down and tool belts sag,
We don’t talk much, we just get it done, From sunburned morning to the setting sun,
Truck won’t start, I ain’t alone, One call out and they’re on their way home,
Ain’t no contract signed and inked, Just a handshake stronger than you think,
We ain’t saints but we stand our ground, Wire and whiskey, dust and sound,
World might push but we don’t scare, We built these calluses fair and square,
Got a porch light burnin’ through the night, Couple real friends who show up and fight,
And a blue-eyed woman with my last name too, That’s all the heaven I ever knew.
Met Sandy down where the neon hums, Cheap beer cold and the jukebox drums,
Blue eyes steady didn’t look away, Like she’d already seen my kind of day,
Tattoos tell what her mouth won’t say, She don’t scare and she don’t sway,
Took my hand in that smoky room, Turned that dive into a groom’s island,
She don’t need gold or a silver spoon, Just a back porch and a half lit moon,
Struck it rich in a bar that night, Sandy made my crooked road right,
Climbed steel studs in a skeleton frame, Pulled cat′sicks through smoke and flame,
Dust rains down from the ceiling pile, Been crawlspace living for a country mile,
Punched down blocks till my fingers sting, Hear that test tube beep and a switch lit,