CLOCK OUT, KICK DUST 😎🤠

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[INTRO – REALISTIC WAREHOUSE SOUNDS, VERY SHORT] [SFX: distant forklift engine inside a large warehouse] [SFX: three rhythmic reverse-beeper pulses] BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! [SFX: wooden pallet lands firmly on concrete] [SFX: time clock punch] [SFX: large loading-bay door rapidly opens] [DRUMMER turns the final beeper rhythm into a count-in] “One, two — one, two, three, four!” [IMMEDIATE FULL-BAND EXPLOSION] [Fast hard drums, driving bass, aggressive Telecaster riff, acoustic rhythm guitar and one sharp harmonica blast] [VERSE 1 – gritty male vocal, fast and confident] Ten long hours underneath those lights Stacking up the day, tearing through the night Last truck rolling, paperwork done That big red clock says freedom’s come Steel-toe boots hit the parking-lot ground Turn that key and wake this town Got dust on my shirt, grease on my hands But I’m leaving like a wanted man [PRE-CHORUS – drums and backing vocals build] When that bay door starts to rise You can see the fire in my eyes [CHORUS – huge, rowdy, shout-along] Clock out, kick dust Fire that engine, let it rust or bust Work all day, then raise some hell Let that old V8 ring the quitting bell No slow road, no looking back Boot to the floor on a two-lane track I gave that warehouse all it could take Now I’m clocked out, wide awake [BACKING VOCALS] “Clocked out!” “Wide awake!” [SHORT INSTRUMENTAL] [Telecaster plays the main riff] [Harmonica answers with two fast phrases] [VERSE 2] Radio loud and the windows down Friday-night thunder on the edge of town Buddy on the phone says, “Where you been?” I say, “Open that door, I’m rolling in!” There’s a bar-band burning through a Texas tune Neon shaking underneath the moon I ain’t dressed clean, but I’m standing tall Tonight these work boots own the hall [PRE-CHORUS] I’ve been careful all damn day Now get your good sense out my way [CHORUS – stronger, extra backing vocals] Clock out, kick dust Fire that engine, let it rust or bust Work all day, then raise some hell Let that old V8 ring the quitting bell No slow road, no looking back Boot to the floor on a two-lane track I gave that warehouse all it could take Now I’m clocked out, wide awake [BACKING VOCALS – shouted] “Clock out!” “Kick dust!” “Wide awake!” [INSTRUMENTAL BREAK – FAST AND WILD, 16 BARS] [Telecaster begins with a sharp Texas-boogie solo] [Harmonica answers each guitar phrase] [Drums drive hard with open hi-hat and snare fills] [Short Telecaster / harmonica duel] [Band stops suddenly on one final hit] [HALF-BAR SILENCE] [MALE VOCAL – spoken with a grin] “Anybody seen my good behavior?” [BACKING VOICE] “Nope!” [FULL BAND SLAMS BACK IN] [BRIDGE – stomping rhythm, crowd-call energy] Monday makes a working man Tuesday puts a wrench in every plan Wednesday drags, Thursday bites But Friday kicks those doors open wide [LEAD VOCAL CALL] “What time is it?” [BACKING VOCALS – shouted] “QUITTING TIME!” [LEAD VOCAL] “What do we do?” [BACKING VOCALS] “KICK THAT DUST!” [FINAL CHORUS – biggest, fastest, full-band energy] Clock out, kick dust Fire that engine, let it rust or bust Work all day, then raise some hell Let that old V8 ring the quitting bell No slow road, no looking back Boot to the floor on a two-lane track I gave that warehouse all it could take Now I’m clocked out, wide awake [REPEAT FINAL TWO LINES – gang vocals join] I gave that warehouse all it could take Now I’m clocked out, wide awake! [OUTRO – driving Telecaster riff] [Harmonica and guitar trade short phrases] [Band ends with three hard synchronized hits] HIT! HIT! HIT! [SFX: pickup accelerates away on gravel] [MALE VOCAL – distant shout] “See y’all Monday!” [END]