My old man, pick me up Every day at half past four I'd hide behind that old school Waiting on his flatbed Ford I'd climb up in that cab With someone I didn't wanna be The true blue collared man Putting in my time at work Years written on my hands A blessing and a curse Everyday looking older Covered up in grease and dirt Whole world upon my shoulders With my name on my shirt Punching clocks, raising kids It's all there is in all these towns Turned eighteen, turned my back Packed my bags and headed out Then I did every thing I could To make sure I'd never be The true blue collared man Putting in my time at work Years written on my hands A blessing and a curse Everyday looking older Covered up in grease and dirt Whole world upon my shoulders With my name on my shirt You get older and you see things differently All that matters now is working for my family I wonder if he'd be proud If he could see me now The true blue collared man Putting in my time at work Years written on my hands A blessing and a curse Everyday looking older Covered up in grease and dirt Whole world upon my shoulders With my name on my shirt I got my name on my shirt My name on my shirt Name on my shirt