The Old Quarry Days

Lyrics

[Verse]
Down by the river where the stones are gray,
Terry and Chip worked their boys every day,
Daniel, Chase, and Luke gave all that they had,
Sweat on the rocks, memories good and bad.

[Verse 2]
Sunrise to sunset, the hammer's hard beat,
Dust in our lungs and blistered feet,
Come hell or high water, we’d never back out,
The quarry kept rolling, there was never no doubt.

[Chorus]
We labored in shadows, pain etched in our bones,
Echoes of voices, the cracking of stones,
Through blood and the tears we made it our own,
In the heart of the quarry, that place was our home.

[Verse 3]
Terry would holler as the noon whistle blew,
Chip's quiet nod, and we'd know what to do,
Daniel, Chase, Luke, carving their names,
Into the sandstone, building our claims.

[Verse 4]
Storm clouds would gather, the river would rise,
We'd huddle together, not a hint of surprise,
With calloused hands and a sprinkle of grit,
We held on firm, wouldn't let that quarry quit.

[Chorus]
We labored in shadows, pain etched in our bones,
Echoes of voices, the cracking of stones,
Through blood and the tears we made it our own,
In the heart of the quarry, that place was our home.