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I've seen them out at |
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SocoThey're pounding sixteen penny nails |
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The truckers on the interstate |
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Have been known to ride the rails |
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The sweat is beating on the brow |
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Can't keep these fellas down' |
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Cause those damned blue-collared tweekers |
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Are runnin' this here town |
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I knew a man who hung drywall |
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He hung it mighty quick |
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A trip or two to the blue room |
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Would help him do the trick |
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His foreman would pat him on the back |
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Whenever he would come around' |
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Cause these dammed blue-collar tweekers |
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Are beloved in this here town |
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Now the union boys are there |
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To protect us from all the corporate type |
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While curious |
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George's drug patrol |
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Is out here hunting snipe |
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Now they try to tell me different |
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But you know |
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I ain't no clown' |
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Cause those damned blue-collar tweekers |
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Are the backbone of this town |
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Now the flame that burns twice as bright |
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Burns only half as long |
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My eyes are growing weary |
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As I finalize this song |
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So sit back and have a cup o' joe |
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And watch the wheels go round' |
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Cause those damned blue-collar tweekers |
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Have always run this town |
