Clocked out (Folk Remix)

Intro

Bell in the distance, sun hangin' low,

Whole day gone, now I'm ready to go.

Mud on the boots, gold light on the town,

Five more minutes 'til I'm clockin' out.

Verse 1

Punch that card like a seal from the king,

Worked all day, now the night bells ring.

Dust on my sleeve, got the weight of the week,

But the bass hit hard when the ale gets deep.

Old road home through the fog and the pines,

Moon overhead and I'm done doin' time.

Boss man talk but I'm deaf by five,

Soon as that gate swing open, I'm alive.

Got bread on the table, got smoke in the air,

Whole crew pullin' up, everybody there.

No crown on my head, still rule my ground,

King of the night when I'm clockin' out.

Pre-Chorus

Hear that whistle blow — that's freedom callin',

Sun went down, now the bottles start pourin'.

Worked for the coin, now I'm spendin' the sound,

Whole damn world change when I'm clockin' out.

Chorus

Clockin' out, clockin' out,

Leave that heavy weight behind me now.

Raise one high when the sun goes down,

I was made for the night — I'm clockin' out.

Clockin' out, clockin' out,

Boots hit dirt when I leave that town.

808 shake while the bells ring loud,

Worked like a peasant, leave like a crown.

Verse 2

Black hoodie on like a cloak in the mist,

Paycheck landed, got gold on the wrist.

No horse and carriage, got wheels outside,

But I'm ridin' through the village like the lord arrived.

Been in the dungeon since quarter to one,

Now the shift is dead and the feast begun.

Tankard raised with the day-one clan,

Toast to the ones that still work with their hands.

From the mill to the manor, we all need peace,

Little bit of music and a little release.

Tomorrow that bell gonna drag me around,

But tonight ain't tomorrow — I'm clockin' out.

Bridge

Let the church bells ring, let the whole town know,

I gave 'em my daylight — the night's my own.

No lord, no master when the bass comes down,

Just me and my people when I'm clockin' out.

Post-Chorus

Clockin' out, clockin' out,

Leave that heavy weight behind me now.

Raise one high when the sun goes down,

I was made for the night — I'm clockin' out.

Clockin' out, clockin' out,

Whole crew wild when we come around.

From the factory floor to the old stone ground,

We worked for the day — now we own this town.

Outro

Bell rang once...

Bell rang twice...

Daytime dead, now we own the night.