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