We are blue collar
                         We work hard with our hands
                         We are the wheels of the city
                         The backbone of our land

                         We are blue collar
                         We drive trucks down the road
                         Work on the factory line
                         Dig in the ground for coal
                         And when the long day is over
                         We enjoy the fruits of our labor
                         Drink beer with our buddies
                         And play cards with our neighbor

                         We are blue collar
                         We build houses and load ships
                         We don't care for fancy phrase
                         We shoot straight from the hip
                         The politician who would corrupt
                         And the thief who would steal
                         Belong locked up in the hole
                         Make no mistake how we feel

                         We are blue collar
                         We teach our children to behave
                         We want our sons and our daughters
                         To be upright and brave
                         We work hard for our money
                         Put in extra hours on the side
                         We don't want some tv preacher
                         Taking us for a flimflam ride

                         We are blue collar
                         And we stand for what's right
                         We don't see male or female
                         We don't see black or white
                         We judge each by their character
                         Each must earn our respect
                         We admire those true of heart
                         And the rest we reject

                         We are blue collar
                         Some of us live in the street
                         We have no roof for our children
                         And have no food to eat
                         We worked hard for our country
                         Some of us fought in the war
                         We don't understand how America
                         Can close her heart's door

                         We are blue collar
                         And we fear the true God
                         We don't ask for a hand out
                         We only ask for a job
                         To those up in D.C.
                         Who claim to represent our great land
                         Better read up on Roosevelt
                         If you would truly lend a hand

                         Our roads need repairing
                         Our schools need rebuilt
                         We need shelters for the homeless
                         Our cities could use a face-lift
                         So take all of that welfare money
                         And the stupid unemployment dole
                         Create some new WPA projects
                         That is, if you have the balls

                         Throw out the telephone book tax system
                         Put in a new one that's fair
                         We want each and every American
                         To pay their fair share
                         Require each man and each woman
                         To all pay the same percent
                         No deductions, no exceptions
                         No rich man's perks from the government

                         We are blue collar
                         Our country 'tis of thee we sing
                         In honor of our father George Washington
                         And our great brother, Martin Luther King
                         To those in the Capitol tower
                         And the preacher in his Sunday best
                         If you don't stand up for we the people
                         Then stay the hell away from us!

                         We are blue collar
                         We work hard with our hands
                         We are the wheels of the city
                         The backbone of our land

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for workers to unite is to not comprehend the history of humanity entirely.

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DEDICATED TO:  Steve Lovelace, friend and co-worker through many of the author's "Blue-Collar" years.  Interestingly enough, along with our mostly ruined and retired backs, we are now both owners of "White-Collar" business enterprises.


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