Oil-Stained Sunday Morning

Lyrics

[INTRO] Rain on the windshield, a trucker's hum Coffee in a can, the same old drum [VERSE 1] Sunrise on the line, the day just started Wore my old work boots, the dust still after The radio’s crackling, a country tune Got my hands on the steel and the sky in the moon [CHORUS] I’m just a blue‑collar dreamer, oil in my veins Hitting every mile, feeling the same When the workday ends, I’m home in my own lane Singing my song to the porch light, no fame [VERSE 2] The ladder’s bent, the pipe’s a little loose I’m patching up the cracks, I never get the blues There’s a call on the line, the crew’s on a call But I’ve seen the sunrise, and that’s all I’ll recall [CHORUS] I’m just a blue‑collar dreamer, oil in my veins Hitting every mile, feeling the same When the workday ends, I’m home in my own lane Singing my song to the porch light, no fame [BRIDGE] Every dent on the frame’s a story to tell My work shirt’s stained, but my heart’s full as well The sunset’s gold on the field I roam I’m proud of what I do, this isn’t a poem [CHORUS] I’m just a blue‑collar dreamer, oil in my veins Hitting every mile, feeling the same When the workday ends, I’m home in my own lane Singing my song to the porch light, no fame [OUTRO] So here’s a toast to the night, the job’s never done My truck’s got a story, and I’m the one who spun The song for the labor, the pride that we share Just a simple life, a steady heartbeat and care