Lyrics
Born in the prairies
Where the winters bite hard
Built by hands that never back down or scarred
We don't pay through the roof
We break the ceiling
Designing dreams
Yeah
That's the feeling
Iron hands
Alberta grit
Tool chests stacked
Every piece a fit
Hutches
Lockers
Carts that glide
Built for the pros
With prairie pride
Wrenches sing as the oil drips slow
Tired of the price
So we steal the show
Blueprints scratched on a coffee-stained page
Small business warriors
Breaking the cage
Iron hands
Alberta grit
Tool chests stacked
Every piece a fit
Hutches
Lockers
Carts that glide
Built for the pros
With prairie pride
Design it
Build it
Every bolt's tight
Steel that shines under the shop light
From our hands to yours
It's a bond
Alberta's heart in every tool we've spawned
Iron hands
Alberta grit
Tool chests stacked
Every piece a fit
Hutches
Lockers
Carts that glide
Built for the pros
With prairie pride