Yeah, yeah, let's go...

In the break of dawn, they rise with the sun,
Hands calloused and strong, their work's never done.
From the factory floors to the fields of green,
Building dreams, they remain unseen.

Blue collar pride, in every stride,
With dedication, they turn the tide.
For the ones who toil, day and night,
In their honor, we sing this fight.

In the heart of the grind, they find their way,
Every sweat and tear, paving paths each day.
With every swing of the hammer, every turn of the wheel,
Their spirit unbroken, their purpose real.

From the line to the crane,
They’re the backbone in sunshine and rain. (Oh-oh)
With steel in their veins, and grit in their soul,
They push limits, reaching every goal.

Blue collar pride, in every stride,
With dedication, they turn the tide.
For the ones who toil, day and night,
In their honor, we sing this fight.

In the echo of the factory, their legacy stands,
With every beat of the drum, every clap of hands.
Their story unfolds, in the sweat and strife,
A testament to labor, a celebration of life.

Blue collar pride, in every stride,
With dedication, they turn the tide.
For the ones who toil, day and night,
In their honor, we sing this fight.

Blue collar hearts, strong and true,
In every effort, they see it through.
With love and respect, we raise our voice,
In their triumph, we all rejoice.