Different Boots

There’s a guy at the bar just got done bustin’ boulders

Two weekend warriors, still dressed up like soldiers

Corn Haulers and Dry Wallers, Hot Rodders, a Welder

And me

Maggie’s the waitress, wipin’ down tables

Bill in the corner, well he hooks up your cable

Joe’s in his rubbers, fresh out the stable

They stink...

But he’ll buy you a drink

All week we wake up and punch clocks for the man

Get grease on our jeans and dirt on our hands

At the end of the day, all we wanna do

Is keep the lights on and win more than we lose

So we raise up a glass to them working class blues

All American dreamers, in different boots

Most nights the farm boys and girls they take over

Two stepping circling, neon dance flooring

You’ll see some thigh-highs and dusty steel-toers cut loose

It’s how we get through

All week we wake up and punch clocks for the man

Get grease on our jeans and dirt on our hands

At the end of the day, all we wanna do

Is keep the lights on and win more than we lose

So we raise up a glass to them working class blues

All American dreamers, in different boots

All week we wake up and punch clocks for the man

Get grease on our jeans and dirt on our hands

At the end of the day, all we wanna do

Is keep the lights on and win more than we lose

So we raise up a glass to them working class blues

All American dreamers, in different boots

All American dreamers, in different boots