Lyrics

Bo wakes before the dawn’s first light,
In steel-toed boots, laced up tight.
He drives the roads, both near and far,
A concrete truck his armored car.

He knows the weight of every load,
Pours strength into each winding road.
With hands like hammers, rough and worn,
He shapes the world each day he’s born.

His life is simple, hard, and true,
He believes in discipline through and through.
No corner cut, no task too small,
He gives his all, and then gives all.

In the hum of the engine, the spin of the drum,
He finds a rhythm, a steady hum.
Bo’s a man of grit and stone,
He builds with sweat, the world he’s known.

At dusk, he parks the truck with pride,
Knowing he’s helped the earth to bide.
A quiet man, of few words spoken,
But in his heart, the will unbroken.

Bo, the concrete man, stands tall,
In his discipline, he finds it all.
For every road, and bridge, and wall,
Bo’s legacy will never fall.