Lyrics

[Verse]
Old Man Mark's been workin' nights on the sawmill floor,
Forty years of cuttin' timber, always wantin' more,
With a headsaw in his hand and sweat upon his brow,
The bosses try to break him, but he stands tall somehow.

[Verse 2]
Shadows growin' longer as the night begins to fade,
The whistle blows at dawn, it's the end of his parade,
The suits would bark orders, thinkin' he's just a pawn,
But old Mark gives a smile, 'cause now he's movin' on.

[Chorus]
He's tellin' them to shove it, he don't care no more,
Tired of listenin' to dick heads, always keepin' score,
Now he’s free as a bird, with a whiskey on the run,
Old man Mark's retiring, says they can suck a big one.

[Verse 3]
He's got calloused hands and stories etched in skin,
Dreams of lazy rivers, fishin' poles, and gin,
He's traded in his hard hat for a lonesome country tune,
Ridin' off into the sunset, beneath the silver moon.

[Verse 4]
He's leavin' them behind in their office chairs,
With their clipboards and their graphs, pretendin' like they care,
He'll take the quiet nights, with the stars shinin' true,
A lifetime of hard labor, now done, through and through.

[Chorus]
He's tellin' them to shove it, he don't care no more,
Tired of listenin' to dick heads, always keepin' score,
Now he’s free as a bird, with a whiskey on the run,
Old man Mark's retiring, says they can suck a big one.