Long Line of Blue Collar My Grandpa worked for the TVA he strung those power lines His brother moved out to West Virginia and worked down in those mines My aunt Gurdie she put thirty years in at the mill And if they hadn’t of forced her to retire I swear she’d be there still (chorus) See I come from a long line of blue collar passed down through the years In the factories and the fields they shed their blood their sweat their tears They built the bridges and dug the ditches and made things out of wood I come from a long line of blue collar I wouldn’t change it if I could You could see thirty years of factory work in my daddy’s callas hands My uncle Bob he worked his farm up in that dairy land As for me I ride this steel horse all across the USA And I meet all kinds of people who like me who are proud to say We got beautician and electricians and guys who work on cars Blue collar isn’t what we do it’s who we are