Lyrics:

My old man, pick me up
Every day at half past four
I'd hid behind that old school
Waiting on his flat Bedford

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

Touching clocks, raising kids
It's all there is in all these times
Turned eighteen, turned my back
Packed my bags and headed out

Then I didn't think 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 and you see things differently
All that matters now is working for my family
I wonder if they'd be proud
If they 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