No rust on a working man

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[Intro – Heavy bass, pounding drums, dirty electric guitar] [Verse 1] Six in the morning, the alarm starts to ring, My joints all start complaining, before I do a thing. I sit up out of bed, my body hurts like Hell, But the bills keep on coming, so I bid the wife farewell. My boots have seen better days, my jacket's worn real thin, There's scuff marks on my knuckles and scars all over my skin. The mirror says I'm older, but I don't give a damn, There's plenty of miles left, in this old working man! [Chorus – Powerful, thumping beat] There ain't no rust on a working man, Still got strength in these calloused hands! I break my back, things wear me out, But you'll never hear me scream and shout ! The rain falls hard, the cold winds blow, I've still got fire in my bloodflow! You can slow these bones, but never stop the plan, Cos there ain't no rust on a working man! [Verse 2] I've worked through the winters, I've sweated through June, I've started before daylight and finished under the moon. I've carried the weight that would buckle a mule, And taken my orders from many a fool. They sit in their offices, polished and clean, While I'm out in all weather, wherever I've been. They can shuffle their papers and draw up a plan, But there ain't no rust on this working man! [Chorus] There ain't no rust on a working man, Still got strength in these calloused hands! I break my back, things wear me out, But you'll never hear me scream and shout ! The rain falls hard, the cold winds blow, I've still got fire in my bloodflow! You can slow these bones, but never stop the plan, Cos there ain't no rust on a working man! [Verse 3] My bones are creaking, my hair's half gone, I swear every morning my boots weigh a ton. The young lads go racing, all eager and keen, But I've forgotten more tricks than those youngsters have seen. They tell me to slow down, to take things in my stride, But there's still a young devil kicking inside. I might need a breather, I might need a hand, But there ain't no surrender in this working man! [Instrumental Break – Fast banjo picking, dirty electric guitar solo, pounding drums] [Bridge – Deep gravelly spoken vocals, building drums] These hands built the fences, These boots walked the land. This sweat paid the mortgage, This dirt made the man. And when that old clock Says my working days are done, I'll hang up my old working boots, And leave the hard work to the young! [Final Chorus – Full band, extra heavy] There ain't no rust on a working man, Still got strength in these calloused hands! I break my back, things wear me out, But you'll never hear me scream and shout ! The rain falls hard, the cold winds blow, I've still got fire in my bloodflow! You can slow these bones, but never stop the plan, Cos there ain't no rust on a working man! [Short Instrumental Ending – 5 seconds. Fast electric guitar and banjo riff, two heavy drum hits, then a sharp, clean full-band stop. No vocals, no fade.]