Wrong turns and a gas light  Still make it to that jobsite  same clothes from last night But I got my boots tight  dismount  make every step count Like a train on a track  With my plan of attack  No name on a plack  just pain in my back do it all for a stack poundin pin an pulling rakes show the boss man I got what I takes on time rain snow or sun shine I'm on the ball an if ya waiting for me to fall you can stop CAPPIN an start clapping cuz once the concrete hits the ground I'm all acton