[Verse 1:]
Honest where I start from
I try and impart my wisdom
A combination of truth and fear
That’s the way it’s always been
My father and his before him
At times we hurt the …
[Verse 1]
Oh, pity me
I’m so alone and so blue
My friends have all gone away
Their friendliness too
[Pre-Chorus]
It was I on my own
With no need to belong
And I wanted to die
That’s when …
[Verse 1]
Got some money, got some cash
I’m rich and now I’m sad
And I wonder if I’m sad about the money that I have
Got some boats on my plane
At the hotel …
[Intro]
Yeah
Polishin’ a goddamn sword, you know what I’m sayin’?
Polishin’ a sword (Uh, uh, uh, uh)
Concrete Family, Concrete Industries, Concrete Boys up, always, never down
(And this beat from Cash, not from …
When the only sound in the empty street
Is the heavy tread of the heavy feet
That belong to a lonesome cop
I open shop
When the moon so long has been gazing down
On …
We’re up when the rooster crows1
Clock in when the whistle blows2
Eight hours ticking slow3
And then tomorrow we’ll do it all over again4
I’m a member of a blue collar crowd
They can never, nah they5 can’t keep us down
If you gotta, gotta label me, label me proud6
I belong to the drinking class7
Monday through Friday, man we bust our backs8
If you’re one of us, raise your glass9
I belong to the drinking class
We laugh, we cry, we love10
Go hard when the going’s tough11
Push back, come push and shove
Knock us down, we’ll get back up again and again12
I’m a member of a good timing crowd
We get rowdy, we get wild and loud13
If you gotta, gotta label me, label me proud
I belong to the drinking class
Monday through Friday, man we bust our backs
If you’re one of us, raise your glass
I belong to the drinking class
We all know why we’re here
A little fun, a little music, a little whiskey, a little beer14
We’re gonna shake off those long week blues15
Ladies, break out your dancing shoes16
It don’t matter what night it is, it’s Friday
It’s Saturday and Sunday17
I just want to hear you say
I just want to hear you sing it
Y’all sing it with me
We belong to the drinking class
Monday through Friday, man we bust our backs
If you’re one of us, raise your glass
We belong to the drinking class
Yeah, we belong to the drinking class
Monday through Friday, man we bust our backs
And if you’re one of us, raise your glass
We belong to the drinking class18
The rooster crows very early, often before the sun comes up in the morning.
“Clocking in” refers to signing in to work.
An eight-hour shift at work means that one is probably working full-time at a basic “unskilled” job.
Lee Brice opens “Drinking Class” with a description of the daily routine of blue-collar workers who perform hard tasks day after day for little money.
“They” refers to employers and bosses who are often difficult to work with.
Lee Brice is proud to be a hard worker.
This song is a tribute to all workers across the country who perform lots of repetitive, physical labor each day with little reward. Rather than calling it the “lower class” or “working poor,” Lee Brice labels them the “drinking class,” indicating that they can still have a good time despite a hard life of work.
“Bust our backs” means they work very hard and experience physical fatigue.
“Raise your glass” invokes feelings of pride.
The working poor are human beings too.
Poor workers always have struggles, but they work their way through them.
Endurance and resilience are the themes of this verse.
After all of the hard work, laborers deserve to let loose.
Lee Brice insists that having a good time is what poor laborers do better than anyone else.
“Long week blues” refer to the tiresome grind of the workplace.
Dancing and partying is something Lee Brice anticipates.
Lower class laborers often work odd hours, so they find time to enjoy themselves regardless of what day it is.
The song closes with a communal declaration, indicating that the working poor enjoy doing life with each other.
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