Grease & Glory from Grit & Gasoline by Matthew Johnson

Sun comes up, I'm already in boots
Smell of diesel and busted-up truths
Hands stained black, soul runnin' on fumes
Livin' on torque and red-eyed tunes

Bent old toolbox, radio loud
Eagles flyin' over rusted-out clouds
Ain't no glamour, no suits or ties
Just 40-hour weeks and bloodshot eyes

I ain't chasin' gold or fame
I just fix what's broke and take the blame
Every bolt I twist, every scar I wear
Proves I was damn sure standin' there

It's grease and glory, blood and bone
Turnin' busted dreams into chrome
From the ground up, we make 'em shine
In the heat, in the cold, on overtime
No spotlight needed, no headline story
We live for the grind, it's grease and glory

Snap-on wrenches and Friday beer
Swappin' out parts, shifting up gears
She rolls out clean like a work of art
But only we know every torn-apart part

Sweat on the floor, stories in the grime
Each one told in busted knuckles and time
We're the backbone, hidden and tough
We keep this country movin' when it's rough

No college badge or silver spoon
Just know-how built under the moon
We don't preach, don't beg or plead
We just fix the world and let it bleed

It's grease and glory, blood and bone
Turnin' busted dreams into chrome
From the ground up, we make 'em shine
In the heat, in the cold, on overtime
No spotlight needed, no headline story
We live for the grind, it's grease and glory

When the world breaks down, who you gonna call?
Not the suits in towers, but the ones in coveralls
We'll raise that hood and bring it back
With grit, with soul, with a 9/16" ratchet rack

Yeah, it's grease and glory, heart and steel
Turnin' busted rust into something real
We don't quit and we don't fold
These hands write stories that don't get told
No statue built, no fame, no glory
But we'll die proud in grease and glory

• Country
• Electronic
• Garage Rock
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