Lyrics American Thread - Tim Montana

American Thread

Tough as nails, hard as bricks
Six foot one, walkin' ten foot six
Four on the floor, twelve in the back
With the Weather Guard box and an old gun rack
Devine, ridin' high
Rough neck red 'til the day we die
We’re the 18 wheelers haulin' loads
Honky tonk farmers cuttin' rows
Hard hats out there poundin' roads
We’re the workin' class son and that ain’t low
The Copenhagen cowboy kind
With the camouflage on their front lines
Stand for the flag 'til the day we’re dead
We’re every stitch in this American thread
We’re the dusted boots and late night rides
Busted knuckles and bloodshot eyes
Might break our backs but not our pride
Rough neck red 'til the day we die
We’re the 18 wheelers haulin' loads
Honky tonk farmers cuttin' rows
Hard hats out there poundin' roads
We’re the workin' class son and that ain’t low
The Copenhagen cowboy kind
With the camouflage on their front lines
Stand for the flag 'til the day we’re dead
We’re every stitch in this American thread
To the never quit stay in the fight
To the boys in blue out savin' lives
From the teachers and the preachers tryna raise 'em right
From third shift hustle to the nine to five
To the single mom tryna feed her kids
To the bartender tendin' on makin' tips
We’re all one people at the end of the day
No mater where we’re from we’re American made (American made)
We’re the 18 wheelers haulin' loads
Honky tonk farmers cuttin' rows
Hard hats out there poundin' roads
We’re the workin' class son and that ain’t low
The Copenhagen cowboy kind
With the camouflage on their front lines
Stand for the flag 'til the day we’re dead
We’re every stitch in this American thread