Well the roller guys were high and ol' Lenny was dry
The old man pulled up in that pickup truck
He said, "Boys, hurry up. I got Big Jim coming with the pup

and that god damn silo at the plant is full."

"I know there's rain overhead but boys we still gotta spread

Even if that anti-stripper kills you all.
I'm gonna work you like a dog through the sunshine, snow and fog.
Don't expect an early layoff in the fall."


CHORUS


Laying down that wretched blacktop
Staying late for another load
But I don't wanna see that road again.

Ten thousand ton 'til I see my home again

I ain't got no education, I don't give a $#&@ about segregation

Compaction? You can drive that up your $$#
I'd rather be lying in the shade
With an ice cold beer, I'd have it made

Aw hell, I'd even rather cut the grass

CHORUS


Late in the year we fall behind and the only chance for piece of mind
Is when the plant breaks down or it begins a-rainin'

On days like that we don't make a dime
So I'll tell you folks how we pass the time
By telling lies, making bets and complaining


CHORUS


You may think I'm a whiny (*##$ and some folks would say that I'm a snitch
But you'd change your tune if you were in my shoes
I can't pretend that life is fine

Slaving here on ol' 289
Truth is, I can't shake these blacktop blues