Daddy's Blue Collar

Most nights he'd roll in long after dinner

Smelling like sweat and carburetor cleaner

Coveralls by the back door, little kiss on our foreheads

Thank you Lord, for the workday and momma's cornbread

Oldest of seven, he didn't finish school

He could fix about any old thing with a hand-me-down Craftsman tool

And he'd give you all he had 'til well past quittin' time

And Daddy's blue collar suited us just fine

No, he didn't come from much

He never had that golden touch

But we were livin' well, 'cause he was livin' right

Daddy's blue collar suited us just fine

Suited us just fine

Rise up early on the weekend, hear the hound dogs bay

One suit in the closet, ten points in the plate

Catch him down in the cellar of an evening, little homemade wine

Daddy's blue collar suited us just fine

No, he didn't come from much

He never had that golden touch

But we were livin' well, 'cause he was livin' right

And Daddy's blue collar suited us just fine

Suited us just fine

Key ring in the ashtray, old Ford in the drive

She can go another hundred son, if treat her right

But don't do nothin' foolish and have her home by nine

Daddy's blue collar suited us just fine

No, he didn't come from much

He never had that golden touch

But we were livin' well, 'cause he was livin' right

And Daddy's blue collar suited us just fine

Suited us just fine

A poet's heart and calloused hands

For me he'll always be the measure of a man

We're all livin' well, 'cause he was livin' right

Daddy's blue collar suited us just fine

Daddy's blue collar suited us just fine