Name on My Shirt - The Dirt Drifters

My old man, pick me up

Every day at half past four

I’d hide behind that old school

Waiting on his flat Bedford

I’d climb up in that cab

With someone I didn’t wanna be

The true blue collared man

Putting in my time at work

Years written on my hands

A blessing and a curse

Everyday looking older

Covered up in grease and dirt

Whole world upon my shoulders

With my name on my shirt

Touching clocks, raising kids

It’s all there is in all this times

Turned eighteen, turned my back

Packed my bags and headed out

Then I didn’t think I could

To make sure I’d never be

The true blue collared man

Putting in my time at work

Years written on my hands

A blessing and a curse

Everyday looking older

Covered up in grease and dirt

Whole world upon my shoulders

With my name on my shirt

You get older and you see things differently

All that matters now is working for my family

I wonder if they’d be proud

If they could see me now

The true blue collared man

Putting in my time at work

Years written on my hands

A blessing and a curse

Everyday looking older

Covered up in grease and dirt

Whole world upon my shoulders

With my name on my shirt

I got my name on my shirt

My name on my shirt

Name on my shirt