Lyrics

[Verse]
Down at Martin Marietta, where the gravel rumbles low,
Luke and Brandon take the night shift, makin' that quarry glow.
Hands are calloused, boots are worn, but they don't ever tire,
With every load they're haulin’, their spirits only climb higher.

[Chorus]
They're the kings of dust and stone, in the heart of every day,
Hardest workers in the yard, never lookin' for the easy way.
When the whistle blows at dawn, you know they've earned their pay,
Luke and Brandon, quarry heroes, in the light of early gray.

[Verse 2]
Every sunrise paints the sky, a canvas in their eyes,
Sweat and toil beneath their nails, but they wear it like a prize.
Their laughter echoes off the rocks, through the dust and dirt they trod,
Two friends built from iron, in the quarry of our God.

[Chorus]
They're the kings of dust and stone, in the heart of every day,
Hardest workers in the yard, never lookin' for the easy way.
When the whistle blows at dawn, you know they've earned their pay,
Luke and Brandon, quarry heroes, in the light of early gray.

[Verse 3]
When the week's done at the quarry, and Friday's dusk does call,
They'll grab a beer at Remy's, and they'll reminisce it all.
Stories of machines and gravel, and dreams from years gone by,
Luke and Brandon, side by side, beneath the evening sky.

[Chorus]
They're the kings of dust and stone, in the heart of every day,
Hardest workers in the yard, never lookin' for the easy way.
When the whistle blows at dawn, you know they've earned their pay,
Luke and Brandon, quarry heroes, in the light of early gray.