Lyrics

[Verse]
Old Man Mark, swung the hammer at the sawmill's heart,
Forty years of sawdust and sweat, where he made his mark,
He'd seen the years go by, while the young boys played their parts,
Now he's leaving them behind, time for a brand-new start.

[Verse 2]
Bosses barking orders, never made a lick of sense,
Mark just kept on working, though it made him tense,
But now the whistle's blowing, signaling his last dance,
He’s walking out head high, no final backward glance.

[Chorus]
He's done with the bullshit, and all the mindless chimes,
Old Man Mark's retiring, from the sawdust and the grind,
Leaving behind the headaches, and those dick heads in charge,
Taking back his freedom, living life at large.

[Verse 3]
He remembers every sunrise, through the timbered pine,
Smell of wood and metal, faces blurred by time,
But the faces in the office, always seemed to whine,
To hell with all their buzzwords, and their self-serving lines.

[Verse 4]
He’s packing up his locker, the tools and tales he owned,
Heading down the highway, where the wild wind has grown,
Steel-toed boots behind him, life has freshly flown,
Old Man Mark's adventure, a peaceful seed he's sown.

[Chorus]
He's done with the bullshit, and all the mindless chimes,
Old Man Mark's retiring, from the sawdust and the grind,
Leaving behind the headaches, and those dick heads in charge,
Taking back his freedom, living life at large.