Lyrics

[Verse]
Old Man Mark's been workin', down at The Sawmill,
Forty years of night shifts, always kept it real,
Saw the sunrise through the sawdust, in the cold and dark,
Now he's done with all that, puttin' out the spark.

[Verse 2]
Every cut, every splinter, etched into his hand,
Labored through the seasons, in this weary land,
Now the whistle blows for the final time,
Mark's clocking out, he's checkin' out, ain't payin' no more mind.

[Chorus]
He said they can all get fucked,
He's had enough, he's plumb tuckered out,
Chains and gears and grinding tears,
This old man’s done, ain’t no doubt.

[Verse 3]
His back aches, knees shake, but his spirit's free,
No more night-shift callings, just the morning breeze,
Neighbors talk, but he don't care, he's earned his rest,
To hell with all their worries, he gave it his best.

[Chorus]
He said they can all get fucked,
He's had enough, he's plumb tuckered out,
Chains and gears and grinding tears,
This old man’s done, ain’t no doubt.

[Bridge]
He's walkin' through the gates, into the dawn,
Leavin’ the mill, and the world moves on,
No more shadows, no more fight,
Old Man Mark’s steppin' into light.