Here they come walking down the streetsteel capped boots 
and their feet
Scars and blisters on their hands
the forgotten heroes of this land
(chorus)
We're the working class of the U.S.A.
and it's about time that we had our say
Working man's disappearing without a sound

The sweat is real and their lives are hard
but they never give up they must move onwards
Blue collar workers of yesterday
we must carry on the fight thru today
My grandfather died trying to support his family
working hard all day in a rubber factory
In his name and on his grave
I have great pride when I say