Shifty Brent - Work Boots by the Door

Wednesday rain came down on the loading dock,
Thursday I was still making my stand.
Friday clock rang out like a brass bell, grease on my cuffs,
Dust in my hair.
I carried every hour through the city,
Knowing your good light awaited there.
I don't bow to the weak, I give it what I've got.
Every honest dollar has a place in your heart.
That's right.
That's right.
Work boots by the door, your love gives me more.