Blue Collar Blues Video (MV)

I clocked out at the plant on a Tuesday afternoon
Headed home in silence with these old blue collar blues
There's a fifth of whiskey I keep underneath my seat
Since you're gone by the time I'm home I'll be three fingers deep
I wake up everyday at four forty-five
I'll pack my lunch, drive to work, and try just to survive
I can't wait to get off, but I don't wanna go home
Cause nobody's waitin', no one cares I am alone
Blue collar blues keep gettin' the best of me
There ain't nothin' easy 'bout these forty hour weeks
Everyday I bust my back and she breaks my heart
Lord knows I ain't the man I wanna be
But these blue collar blues keep gettin' the best of me
Friday nights I go down to my old sportsman's club
Shoot a game of pool and play tickets out of the jug
I never hit that jackpot, but if someday I do
I'll buy a round so our whole town can drown your memory too yeah
Blue collar blues keep gettin' the best of me
There ain't nothin' easy 'bout these forty hour weeks
Everyday I bust my back and she breaks my heart
Lord knows I ain't the man I wanna be
But these blue collar blues keep gettin' the best of me
Yeah
Well blue collar blues keep gettin' the best of me
There ain't nothin' easy 'bout these forty hour weeks
Everyday I bust my back and she breaks my heart
Lord knows I ain't the man I wanna be yeah
But these blue collar blues keep gettin' the best of me
Yeah those blue collar blues keep gettin' the best of me