Letras
Well, I was born on a small town hall on the wrong side of the tracks
Where folks were tired and never looked back
My Daddy, told me, "Son, you gotta earn your keep"
So I grabbed my boots and I hit the streets
They said, "Struggle on, boy, don't you ever quit
There's a world out there waiting for you to fail"
With calloused hands and a heart of gold
Keep pushing forward, then struggle on for now
I worked in that field and I swung that hammer
Through the sweat and tears, I became a man of valor
Took the easy way, no stroke on his side
With every step I take, I learn how to fight
He said, "Struggle on, boy, don't you ever quit
There's a world out there waiting for you to fail"
With calloused hands and a heart of gold
Keep pushing forward, then struggle on for now
My pick broke in three pieces