Lyrics
Born in the frost where the cold winds bite
Danish roots
Alberta nights
Hands like iron
Hearts like fire
Tired of the cost
Climbing higher and higher
We're builders
We're makers
We're dreamers in steel
Redefining the tools
We shape what's real
Iron roots
Built to last
Tool chests strong
A future cast
Hutches
Lockers
Carts that roll
Our craft is bold
It fuels the soul
We design with grit
We stand our ground
Small business pride
Alberta-bound
Mechanics rise
No more the fool
We're tired of paying
So we made the rule
Lockers and chests
Hutches and carts
Built by hands
Not factory parts
Iron roots
Built to last
Tool chests strong
A future cast
Hutches
Lockers
Carts that roll
Our craft is bold
It fuels the soul
Iron roots
Built to last
Tool chests strong
A future cast
Hutches
Lockers
Carts that roll
Our craft is bold
It fuels the soul