Slaid Cleaves - Rust Belt Fields lyrics
[Slaid Cleaves - Rust Belt Fields lyrics]
This is my town out in the rust belt fields
We were bangin’ out Buicks and Oldsmobiles
There was always a job
And the money was there
Some say we got a little lazy
Nobody seemed to care
But they figured it out
And shipped the elbow grease down to Mexico
And off to the Chinese
And I learned a little something
‘Bout how things are
No one remembers your name
Just for working hard drove into the ground
Till your factory’s cold
Then they tear it all down
And the parts get sold come the bankers now
Pickin’ over the bones
I got three more neighbors now
‘Bout to lose their homes
‘Cause they figured it out
And shipped the elbow grease down to Mexico
And off to the Chinese
And I learned a little something
‘Bout how things are no one gets a bonus
For bloody knuckles and scars
No one remembers your name
Just for working hard there’s a casino boat
It’s up around Boon
Think I’ll buy me a bottle and a motel room
Put all I have left on a little black square
Risk it all like the big boys
Like I don’t even care
They’ll drive you into the ground
Till your engine’s cold
Call in the auctioneer
As the banks foreclose
And I learned a little something
‘Bout how things are no one gets a bonus
For bloody knuckles and scars
No one remembers your name
Just for working hard
We were bangin’ out Buicks and Oldsmobiles
There was always a job
And the money was there
Some say we got a little lazy
Nobody seemed to care
But they figured it out
And shipped the elbow grease down to Mexico
And off to the Chinese
And I learned a little something
‘Bout how things are
No one remembers your name
Just for working hard drove into the ground
Till your factory’s cold
Then they tear it all down
And the parts get sold come the bankers now
Pickin’ over the bones
I got three more neighbors now
‘Bout to lose their homes
‘Cause they figured it out
And shipped the elbow grease down to Mexico
And off to the Chinese
And I learned a little something
‘Bout how things are no one gets a bonus
For bloody knuckles and scars
No one remembers your name
Just for working hard there’s a casino boat
It’s up around Boon
Think I’ll buy me a bottle and a motel room
Put all I have left on a little black square
Risk it all like the big boys
Like I don’t even care
They’ll drive you into the ground
Till your engine’s cold
Call in the auctioneer
As the banks foreclose
And I learned a little something
‘Bout how things are no one gets a bonus
For bloody knuckles and scars
No one remembers your name
Just for working hard