Hard Hats and Calloused Hands Lyrics

Sun's barely up but I'm out the door

Boots on the ground like a thousand times before

Steel in my bones dirt on my skin

I got a family to feed so I'm clockin' in

From the fields to the mines the factories hum

We break our backs just to get the job done

Whether workin' on a line or layin' down stone

We carry the weight we do it on our own

Diggin' deep in the earth or risin' high

With sweat on our brows we'll touch the sky

Hard hats and calloused hands

We're the backbone of this land

Sweat and grit day after day

We build the world in the working man's way

From the break of dawn to the dead of night

We put in the work 'til we get it right

Raise a glass to the ones who stand

Hard hats and calloused hands

Hammer in my hand steel toe on the ground

The sound of the jobsite is the sweetest sound

Trucks haulin' loads cranes in the sky

We're building dreams that money can't buy

In the heat or the cold rain or shine

We give it all and we're proud of our grind

So here's to the farmers the builders the crew

The ones who know what real work can do

And when the day is done and the sun's sinkin' low

We gather round a fire with stories to show

Hard hats and calloused hands

We're the backbone of this land

Sweat and grit day after day

We build the world in the working man's way

From the break of dawn to the dead of night

We put in the work 'til we get it right

Raise a glass to the ones who stand

Hard hats and calloused hands

From the field to the factory we keep it strong

Turning blood and sweat into a workman's song

We don't need no fame don't need no praise

Just a little respect for the dues that we pay

We dig we build we plow and we plant

Workin' these hands 'til they're cracked like the land

When you see the skyline or drive on the road

Just know it's our hands that carried that load

Day in day out we're pullin' our weight

No time to stop we're never runnin' late

The whistle blows but we're still on our grind

There's always more work in a workin' man's mind

From the oil fields out west to the deep southern farms

We've built this country with these two arms

Busted knuckles sweat-stained clothes

Every shift's a battle but that's how it goes

We fix what's broken we build what's new

With dirt in our nails and the red white and blue

Hard hats and calloused hands

We're the backbone of this land

Sweat and grit day after day

We build the world in the working man's way

From the break of dawn to the dead of night

We put in the work 'til we get it right

Raise a glass to the ones who stand

Hard hats and calloused hands

We're the steel in the frame the road beneath your feet

The blood in the veins that keep this country beat

We don't look for glory just a job well done

From sunup to sundown we're the hard-workin' ones

We light the torch we weld the steel

Our blood our sweat is part of the deal

From the blue-collar towns to the farmer's land

We are the backbone the workin' man

Hard hats and calloused hands

We're the backbone of this land

Sweat and grit day after day

We build the world in the working man's way

From the break of dawn to the dead of night

We put in the work 'til we get it right

Raise a glass to the ones who stand

Hard hats and calloused hands

Here's to the working man never backin' down

The ones who turn the wheels of this old town

With hard hats and calloused hands