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Well I got my old bulldozer
Got my dozer haulin' truck
And I got my demolition order
Got to be out there by sunup
So I head west on Arroyo
Right turn at Bishop Road
Pull up by the schoolhouse
And jack down my dozer load
What'd I see?
Dirt roads, beat up shacks
Stretched out far as I can see
Don't throw that brick my way, buddy
'Cause it's just work, it's just a-work for me
Now they called out all the police
Police dragged some old lady right downstairs
Hollering, "Move your ass, all you taco vendors
We're gonna protect and serve you right on away from here"
But you see, it ain't none of my business
And it ain't my master plan
You've got to go where they send you
When you're a dozer driving man
Dirt roads, beat up shacks
Stretched out far as I can see
Don't walk down on me like that, buddy, telling you
It's just work, just a-work for me
Now this old truck is getting tired
This old bank account is getting low
Don't even own our old house trailer in Fontana
So I gotta do this work, you know
Some of you may like baseball
Well I guess baseball's alright with me
Someday there'll be a big ball park here
Where your little old town used to be
Dirt road, country shacks
Old dogs and dry grass and dusty trees
This ain't your world, tell you buddy, sure ain't my world
Just a job of work, just a-work for me