Capo 1
E B
My old man, would pick me up
C#m A
Every day at half past four
E B
I'd hide behind that old school
C#m A
Waiting on his flatbed Ford
F#m A
I'd climb up in that cab
F#m A
With someone I didn't wanna be
E
The true blue collared man
B
Putting in my time at work
C#m
Years written on my hands
A
A blessing and a curse
E
Everyday looking older
B
Covered up in grease and dirt
C#m
Whole world upon my shoulders
A E B C#m A
With my name on my shirt
Punching clocks, raising kids
It's all there is in all these towns
Turned eighteen, turned my back
Packed my bags and headed out
Then I did everything I could
To make sure I'd never be
Chorus
You get and you see things differently
All that matters now is working for my family
I wonder if they'd be proud
If they could see me now
Chorus
I got my name on my shirt
My name on my shirt
Name on my shirt
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