It's closing time down here at the factory We won't be making any more; they're taking it all offshore We had a lot of pride in the things we built Now all they've left us with is guilt What am I gonna tell my wife and kids? How am I gonna buy the things they need? How am I gonna put my kids through school? Now that I ain't pushin' tools, pushin' tools Fifty-five, don't seem like the right time the time to start a new career It's not that I'm afraid of the work Look at these hands, cracked, worn in dirt What am I gonna tell my wife and kids? How am I gonna buy the things they need? How am I gonna put my kids through school? Now that I ain't pushin' tools, pushin' tools I'm not a guy who likes to complain I'll take my lumps like everyone else But this one job town has let us all down Seems we built our dreams on sand of a far eastern land What am I gonna tell my wife and kids? How am I gonna buy the things they need? How am I gonna put my kids through school? Now that I ain't pushin' tools, pushin' tools
Written by: Steve Laurie
Submitted by: stevelaurie on October 13, 2018
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