Lee Brice Songs - Drinking Class Lyrics
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Album: I Don't Dance
Released: 2014
Drinking Class Lyrics
We're up when the rooster crows
Clock in when the whistle blows
Eight hours ticking slow
And then tomorrow we'll do it all over again
I'm a member of a blue collar crowd
They can never, nah they can't keep us down
If you gotta, gotta label me, label me proud
I belong to the Drinking Class
Monday through Friday, man we bust our backs
If you're one of us, raise your glass
I belong to the drinking class
We laugh, we cry, we love
Go hard when the going's tough
Push back, come push and shove
Knock us down, we'll get back up again and again
I'm a member of a good timing crowd
We get rowdy, we get wild and loud
If you gotta, gotta label me, label me proud
I belong to the drinking class
Monday through Friday, man we bust our backs
If you're one of us, raise your glass
I belong to the drinking class
We all know why we're here
A little fun, a little music, a little whiskey, a little beer
We're gonna shake off those long week blues
Ladies, break out your dancing shoes
It don't matter what night it is, it's Friday
It's Saturday and Sunday
I just want to hear you say
I just want to hear you sing it
Y'all sing it with me
We belong to the drinking class
Monday through Friday, man we bust our backs
If you're one of us, raise your glass
We belong to the drinking class
Yeah, we belong to the drinking class
Monday through Friday, man we bust our backs
And if you're one of us, raise your glass
We belong to the drinking class
Writer/s: FRASIER, DAVID R / KEAR, JOSH / HILL, ED
Publisher: Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., ROUND HILL MUSIC, DO WRITE MUSIC LLC
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"It hit me one day that the song isn't about drinking, but it's about working class folks," Brice continued. "Working class, to me, seems like it needs to be organic - hands clapping, boots stomping, and it needs to sound like people humming along or whistling while they're working. And, literally, a sledge hammer hitting a railroad tie. So that's what we did. We went back in and took all that stuff out, and created those organic sounds to make it feel like the steel mills or the shipyards. When we got done, we felt we had gotten it right."
"There's hardly any middle class anymore," he lamented. "You have super-rich people, the half-percent, that when they make a billion dollars they just can't seem to think that that's enough. They go and make another billion dollars, and then you have this big Grand Canyon, and you have everybody on the other side. And that's all of us, trying to scrap out a living."
"It's not really a drinking song," Hill added. "It's about people. It just happens to have drinking in the title."