Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jessey Adams
Songwriter
Lyrics
Daddy works the pipeline
Grandpa taught him what he knows
May he rest in peace beneath the beams
Of the Second Narrows
That family tree is held together
With a damn good weld
In every generation
They pass that Lincoln down
It was only a matter
Of waiting on the time
Baby boy grew up to carry
On the family line
He spent all of his younger years
Working overtime
To pay for a ticket out of town
Dreaming 'bout the western ways
And simple kind of life
And how the hell he'll find his way on out
He takes his coffee black
And he takes his liquor straight
The things that steel knows
Well he'll take that to his grave
Been with a dozen women
But he only loved just one
And he let her slip away
Like the setting of the sun
Now he's up at 3 AM
Her name is on his mind
Ain't no use in trying to sleep
Cause work starts up at 5
So he stands out on the sidewalk
And smokes a Marlboro light
Thinking 'bout the times they had
And thinking 'bout his life
He spent all of his younger years
Working overtime
To pay for a ticket out of town
Dreaming 'bout the western ways
And simple kind of life
And how the hell he'll find his way on out
That flame's a reminder
Of every bridge he's burnt
Drops the hood to cover up
His look of pain and hurt
He takes his coffee black
And he takes his liquor straight
The things that steel knows
Well he'll take that to his grave
He spent all of his younger years
Working overtime
To pay for a ticket out of town
Dreaming 'bout the western ways
And simple kind of life
And how the hell he'll find his way on out
That flame's a reminder
Of every bridge he's burnt
Drops the hood to cover up
His look of pain and hurt
He takes his coffee black
And he takes his liquor straight
The things that steel knows
Well he'll take that to his grave
The things that steel knows
Well he'll take that to his grave
Written by: Jessey Adams
