Here they come walking down the
street
steel capped boots and their feet
Scars and blisters on their hands
the forgotten heroes of this land

(chorus)
WeÂ’re the working class of the U.S.A.
and itÂ’s about time that we had our say
Working manÂ’s disappearing without a sound
WeÂ’re not gonna let our forefathers down

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