Lyrics Tim Montana – American Thread
Text:
Tough as nails, hard as brick
6 foot 1, walkin’ 10 foot 6
4 on the floor, 12 in the back
With the Weather Guard box and an old gun rack
Feelin’ fly, ridin’ high
Rough neck red till the day we die
We’re the eighteen wheelers haulin’ loads
Up at dawn farmers cuttin’ rows
Hardhats out there poundin’ roads
We’re the workin’ class son and that ain’t low
Yeah the Copenhagen cowboy kind
We’re the camouflage on them front lines
Stand for the flag till the day we’re dead
We’re every stitch in this American thread
We’re the dusty boots and late night rides
Bustin’ knuckles and bloodshot eyes
Might break our backs but not our pride
Rough neck red till the day we die
We’re the eighteen wheelers haulin’ loads
Up at dawn farmers cuttin’ rows
Hardhats out there poundin’ roads
We’re the workin’ class son and that ain’t low
Yeah the Copenhagen cowboy kind
We’re the camouflage on them front lines
Stand for the flag till the day we’re dead
We’re every stitch in this American thread
To the never quits, stay in the fight
To the boys in blue, out savin’ lives
From the teachers and the preachers tryna raise ’em right
From the third shift hustle to the 9 to 5
To the bartender tendin’ on makin’ tips
We’re all one people at the end of the day
No matter where we’re from, we’re American made
We’re the eighteen wheelers haulin’ loads
Up at dawn farmers cuttin’ rows
Hardhats out there poundin’ roads
We’re the workin’ class son and that ain’t low
Yeah the Copenhagen cowboy kind
We’re the camouflage on them front lines
Stand for the flag till the day we’re dead
We’re every stitch in this American thread