Gearforge Glory Trucker

Gearforge Glory Trucker Morning light cracks through the high dusty windows Of the old brick building on County Line Road Where the coal fire breathes in a bed of cinders And the hammer falls steady on the anvil's cold crown Big Mike wipes grease on his denim sleeve Checks the blueprint once more, lets out a long breath A differential housing, a king-pin sleeve Born from the spark and the iron and death The tongs glow cherry in the fading dark Each strike rings out like a closing mark Not just metal shaped by the fire's roar But a promise kept on the shop floor Oh, Gearforge Glory, sing it loud and long Where the heavy-duty parts are born to be strong From the drive-shaft yoke to the brake-drum ring Hear the choir of steel that the hammers sing With a pedal steel cry and a boot-stomp beat We forge the bones for the wheels and the street Gearforge Glory, standing tall and true Building the iron that carries us through Old Man Henderson taught me the temper How to read the color, orange fading to straw Now the CNC hums in the corner quiet But the hand-finish work is the natural law We ship pallets out on the flatbed trailers Axle housings gleaming in the noon sun Every weld inspected, zero failures Before the day's hard labor is done The tongs glow cherry in the fading dark Each strike rings out like a closing mark Not just metal shaped by the fire's roar But a pride worn deep on the shop floor Oh, Gearforge Glory, sing it loud and long Where the heavy-duty parts are born to be strong From the drive-shaft yoke to the brake-drum ring Hear the choir of steel that the hammers sing With a pedal steel cry and a boot-stomp beat We forge the bones for the wheels and the street Gearforge Glory, standing tall and true Building the iron that carries us through Eighteen wheelers groan on the interstate grade Hauling the harvest, the pipe, and the grain They don't know the hands that the components made But they feel the strength in the driving rain A thousand miles on a forged king-pin That's where the rubber meets the soul within Oh, Gearforge Glory, sing it loud and long Where the heavy-duty parts are born to be strong From the drive-shaft yoke to the brake-drum ring Hear the choir of steel that the hammers sing With a pedal steel cry and a boot-stomp beat We forge the bones for the wheels and the street Gearforge Glory, standing tall and true Building the iron that carries us through Yeah, we build the iron that carries us through Just the fire breathing low... And the hammer... resting slow... Gearforge Glory... Join Member:    / @mobiljos   #carnews Web News http://www.kartininews.com