Let that hammer do that work.


Keep that nose to the ground
And let that hammer do that work
Keep turning wrenches
Till them knuckles start to hurt
Hey there ain't nothing wrong
With a little blue collar work
Boy it's hot in the heat
Working 40 just to make ends meet
Steady covered in oil and grease
Wearing out my back and knees
But I ain't scared of a little dirt
Naw
It's just some blue collar work
So keep that nose to the ground
Boss man says get back to work
Keep lacing up them boots
Cause the bills come out the first
Working all day long
Doing blue collar work
Whether you're digging holes or climbing poles
Or hauling logs down a no name road
It's dang sure hard work
Blue collar work
Ain't nothing wrong with a little blue collar work. A working-man's anthem for everyone who laces up their boots before the sun's up — digging holes, climbing poles, and hauling logs down a no-name road. Cord Bradley turns honest sweat and grease into a steady, foot-stomping groove.