Tim "Herb" Alexander - Those Damned Blue-Collar Tweekers lyrics

I've seen them out at Soco They're pounding sixteen penny nails The truckers on the interstate Have been known to ride the rails Sweat is beating on the brow Can't keep these fellows down 'Cause these damned blue-collared tweekers They're runnin' this here town I knew a man who hung drywall He hung it mighty quick A trip or two to the blue room Would help him do the trick His foreman would pat him on the back Whenever he would come around 'Cause these damned blue-collar tweekers They're beloved in this town Now the union boys are there To protect us from all the corporate type While curious George's drug patrol Is out here hunting snipe Now they try to tell me different But you know I ain't no clown 'Cause these damned blue-collar tweekers They're the backbone of this town Now the flame that burns twice as bright Burns only half as long My eyes are growing weary As I finalize this song So sit back and have a cup o' joe And watch the wheels go round 'Cause these damned blue-collar tweekers They have always run this town