American Thread

Tough as nails, hard as bricks Six foot one, walkin' ten foot six Four on the floor, twelve in the back With a Weather Guard box and an old gun rack Feeling fly, ridin' high Roughneck red till the day we die We're the eighteen wheelers haulin' loads Up at dawn, farmers cuttin' rows Hard hats out there poundin' roads We're the workin' class, son, and that ain't low Get the Copenhagen cowboy kind We're the camouflage on that front line Stand for the flag till the day we're dead We're every stitch of this American thread We're the dusty boots and late night rides Busted knuckles and bloodshot eyes Might break our backs, but not our pride Roughneck red till the day we die We're the eighteen wheelers haulin' loads Up at dawn, farmers cuttin' rows Hard hats out there poundin' roads We're the workin' class, son, and that ain't low Get the Copenhagen cowboy kind We're the camouflage on that front line Stand for the flag till the day we're dead We're every stitch of this American thread To the "never quit" stay in the fight To the boys in blue out savin' lives From the teachers and the preachers tryna raise 'em right From the third shift hustle to the nine to five To the single mom tryna feed her kids To the bartender 'tendin' on makin' tips We're all one people at the end of the day No matter where we're from, we're American made American made We're the eighteen wheelers haulin' loads Up at dawn, farmers cuttin' rows Hard hats out there poundin' roads We're the workin' class, son, and that ain't low Get the Copenhagen cowboy kind We're the camouflage on that front line Stand for the flag till the day we're dead We're every stitch of this American thread