Here they come walking down the street steel capped boots and their feet Scars and blisters on their hands the forgotten heroes of this land
(chorus) We’re the working class of the U.S.A. and it’s about time that we had our say Working man’s disappearing without a sound We’re not gonna let our forefathers down
The sweat is real and their lives are hard but they never give up they must move onwards Blue collar workers of yesterday we must carry on the fight thru today
My grandfather died trying to support his family working hard all day in a rubber factory In his name and on his grave I have great pride when I say