Lyrics

[Verse]
Old Man Mark, he's had enough, out at the sawmill's dusty place,
Forty years of splinters and rough, sawdust in his face.
Time to pack up, time to go, don't need no handshake lies,
He's headed for the sunset glow, no bullshit in his eyes.

[Chorus]
He's done with the grind and the toil,
Done with the mess and the soil.
No more dealing with those assholes,
Or shithead Marines, just rock 'n' roll.

[Verse]
Daybreak hits, he waves goodbye, boots of leather worn,
Old Man Mark, he's flying high, no need to feel forlorn.
Boss man's whining, ain't his care, gonna hit the open road,
Got a fishing pole and a rocking chair, life's about to explode.

[Chorus]
He's done with the grind and the toil,
Done with the mess and the soil.
No more dealing with those assholes,
Or shithead Marines, just rock 'n' roll.

[Verse]
Saw those logs for one last time, hear the saw blade hum,
He’s moving on without a crime, beating all their drums.
Thirty minutes left on the clock, then it's whiskey in the air,
Old Man Mark, he's leaving stock, no longer will he care.

[Chorus]
He's done with the grind and the toil,
Done with the mess and the soil.
No more dealing with those assholes,
Or shithead Marines, just rock 'n' roll.