EB
My old man, would pick me up
C#mA
Every day at half past four
EB
I'd hide behind that old school
C#mA
Waiting on his flatbed Ford
F#mA
I'd climb up in that cab
F#mA
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
AA blessing and a curse
E
Everyday looking older
B
Covered up in grease and dirt
C#m
Whole world upon my shoulders
AEBC#mA
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
This arrangement for the song is the author's own work and represents their interpretation of the song. You may only use this for private study, scholarship, or research.