What The Summer Cost

Well David wakes up ‘fore the sun shows face,

Cold wind singin’ ‘round that old work place,

Sitting on the crusher, listening to radio,

Crushin’ rocks all day, that’s the way he knows how.

Stone dust clings to his worn-out coat,

Hard days paid for by the sweat he wrote,

When the whistle blows and the daylight’s gone,

He heads back home where his heart belongs.

With an Utica Club in his calloused hand,

Watchin’ birds fly low ‘cross the frozen land,

Amy by his side, yeah she’s his world,

Cold air bitin’, flags unfurled.

He loves the winter, loves the frost,

Says the cold reminds him what the summer cost,

Quiet skies and a northern breeze,

A man feels rich with the simple things.

When the night rolls in and the fire burns low,

Fox News hummin’ soft on the radio glow,

No big dreams, no need to roam,

Just thankful for work and a way back home.

With an Utica Club in his calloused hand,

Watchin’ birds fly low ‘cross the frozen land,

Amy by his side, yeah she’s his world,

Cold air bitin’, flags unfurled.

Yeah, rocks may break and winters too,

But a man like David always stays true,

Cold nights, hard days, simple plans,

That’s a good life livin’… for a workin’ man.