Lyrics

[Verse]
Down at the sand pit, loadin' up the barge,
Moe and Michael, workin' extra large.
Filling up the tank, running high on fuel,
Through the Monday grind, breakin' all the rules.

[Verse 2]
Dusty air and diesel, engines roaring loud,
Sweat upon their brows, like a heavy cloud.
Moe with a laugh, and Michael with a grin,
Pushin' every hour, just to reel it in.

[Chorus]
And Moe says, "It's the end of work on Monday,
Let's put our gloves away.
We’ve given all we got,
Time to call it a day."

[Verse 3]
Never have the pit prepped, for what's ahead,
Each time they roll the dice, they lie a bit in bed.
Maintenance gets pushed back, till it all breaks down,
Somehow they make it through, in this sandy town.

[Verse 4]
The clock strikes five, the engine finally rests,
Moe and Michael laugh, thinking they’re the best.
Jobs fraught with danger, but full of heart and soul,
Today's grind's done, now they’re in control.

[Chorus]
And Moe says, "It's the end of work on Monday,
Let's put our gloves away.
We’ve given all we got,
Time to call it a day."