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