Old Man Mark's Last Shift

Lyrics

[Verse]
Old Man Mark's been runnin' that head rig,
Forty hard years with no room to rest,
Through sawdust and sweat, the day's never end,
But today he's hanging up his workman's vest.

[Verse 2]
They called him gruff, said he'd wade through hell,
For the mill and his pride, folks knew him well,
Shakin' sawdust off his boots, he's done with it all,
No more days in that mill, no more bosses' call.

[Chorus]
No more bullshit from the dick heads in charge,
Mark's got freedom now, his life's enlarged,
Livin' simple, drinkin' sweet tea on the porch,
Old Man Mark’s gonna light his own torch.

[Verse 3]
Forty long winters, he gave them his best,
Now it's time he earned some rest,
He dreams of days without a whistle’s scream,
Gonna live out his own kind of dream.

[Bridge]
The saw's hum replaced by a country tune,
Fiddle playin' under the bright full moon,
He endured their fussin', and their stern commands,
But today Mark's life is in his own hands.

[Verse 4]
Mark says goodbye to the mill and its hum,
No more grind, no need to succumb,
To the loud-mouths and their high mighty heads,
Mark’s own story, these words, he now threads.