Lyrics: Fifty years of steel and sweat
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Fifty years, my hands in steel,
Drawing lines that time won’t heal.
Machines hum low, the metal sings,
Yet money flies on broken wings.
Fees and taxes knock my door,
Before I work, they take some more.
China’s faster, cheaper too,
And skill’s no worth when cash is due.
Oh, I carve the molds, I shape the steel,
I break my back, but can’t break the deal.
The bills don’t wait, they pile high,
And I just watch the years drift by.
Parts get smaller, lines get tight,
Machines don’t care for sleepless nights.
They want it done, they want it cheap,
Then blame me when the cuts run deep.
He drives up in his shiny Benz,
Counting cash while I make ends.
A smile, a joke—”Pick wise, my friend!”
But I’ll die in steel before I bend.
Oh, I carve the molds, I shape the steel,
I break my back, but can’t break the deal.
The bills don’t wait, they pile high,
And I just watch the years drift by.
Oh, I carve the molds, I shape the steel,
I break my back, but can’t break the deal.
The bills don’t wait, they pile high,
And I just watch the years drift by.
