Nestled somewhere in the old Midwest
There's an iron belt town like all the rest
Where the land is covered in fields of maize,
and the empty highway road goes on for days
On the old train tracks the smokestack rumbles through
In the biting wind you can hear the whistle of the working man blues
Dim lights line the dusty streets,
Casting lonely shadows through the musty heat
Smoke pours out of towers in the sky
While on the streets chevy trucks pass by
Each one is rumblin nowhere bound
All across the dead end town.
Factories and mines down on their luck
Men a-workin hard tryin to make a buck
Puttin in their lives every day,
Got to work my friend ain't no other way.
Men never gettin' out of this here town,
Sellin their lives short in this dead end town.
Old whiskey bar signs flash in the night,
Where blue collar blues are drowned outa sight.
Here's where childhood dreams spill to the floor,
In this town ain't much use them dreams are for.
Drinkin' just waitin' for better times,
Drinkin' til' it's their time to die.
The old brick school sits neath the hills,
Teachin' values and all the useful skills,
How to get by in this small city,
Teachin' the path of mediocrity.
Here is where the best days pass,
Soon to sing the blues of the working class.
Off on the hill way up town,
Oaks and graves cover the ground.
Layin' the men who worked in this town at the cemetary,
Blue collar blues layed them tired and weary.
The years mean nothing nor do the names,
In this dead end town it's all the same.
Somewhere out an old town farm,
A union maid works out in the barn.
She spent her days workin' for others,
Couldn't afford the life of another.
She helps a mother give birth to a son,
Who will grow up to sing the blues in this dead end town.