Working For Us All

Verse

Brunt wakes up with the dawn, puts on his boots and hat,

Drives his John Deere tractor, where the flatlands stretch and chat.

Sun on his weathered face, dirt beneath his nails,

Working hard all day long, so freedom never fails.

Chorus

Brunt the blue collar redneck, working for us all,

Plowing fields and paying taxes, standing proud and tall.

With every turn of that old tractor, on the flat ground so sweet,

He farms for all our tables, so we can have our eat.

Verse

From morning light to evening, he’s sweating for the land,

Blue collar hands are steady, you can see their calloused brand.

Through rain or shine he’s driving, the green tractor’s steady hum,

Feeding folks and paying dues, so our nation's never numb.

Chorus

Brunt the blue collar redneck, working for us all,

Plowing fields and paying taxes, standing proud and tall.

With every turn of that old tractor, on the flat ground so sweet,

He farms for all our tables, so we can have our eat.

Bridge

It’s more than just a job, it’s a heart and soul,

The backbone of this country, from dirt he makes it whole.

So here’s to Brunt, and all the ones like him today,

They keep this land alive, working their own way.

Chorus

Brunt the blue collar redneck, working for us all,

Plowing fields and paying taxes, standing proud and tall.

With every turn of that old tractor, on the flat ground so sweet,

He farms for all our tables, so we can have our eat.