We were just river kids, picking up stones like David did, watching them long necks break off a freight train bridge. We went to church in a Detroit car, our daddies drank draft at the local bar, with an aching back just like old granddad did. And we like cold keg beer and fixing up trucks, old bird dogs and the woman we love, Maxwell house steaming out of a coffee cup. We say our prayers, send them to the sky, bust our backs barely getting by Carolina, to California, up to Illinois, yeah there's guys like us, blue collar boys. We're the white paint peeling off a picket fence, the rust stains covering a craftsman's wrench, when the sun's coming up, you can bet we're clocking in, cash your paycheck, two day break and do it again. We like cold keg beer and fixing up trucks, old bird dogs and the woman we love, Maxwell house steaming out of a coffee cup. We say our prayers, send them to the sky, bust our backs barely getting by Carolina, to California, up to Illinois, yeah there's guys like us, blue collar boys. We're worn out boots and old Levi's, the wind behind the stars and stripes and we, like cold keg beer and fixing up trucks, old bird dogs and the woman we love, Maxwell house steaming out of a coffee cup. We say our prayers, send them to the sky, bust our backs barely getting by Carolina, to California, up to Illinois, yeah there's guys like us, yeah there's guys like us, blue collar boys, blue collar boys. blue collar boys, blue collar boys.