Working Girl (I Am) | Erica Full Length Country Ballad (Farm Pride & Hard Work)

Erica sings "Working Girl (I Am)" – an original country ballad by heartfelt female country singer Erica about honest hard work, farm life, and the deep pride that comes from getting your hands dirty every day. 🎵 Watch the Short Visualization of this song here:    • Working Girl (I Am) | Erica Country Ballad...   Hey y’all, it’s Erica 🌾🐐☕🌅🤍 “Working Girl (I Am)” is the song that feels like the most honest, proud anthem I’ve ever sung from the bottom of my muddy boots. I wrote it thinking about every early morning when the rooster’s still half-asleep and I’m already out the door pulling on my boots, fixing fences, feeding the animals, and doing whatever needs doing on this farm. It’s not always glamorous, but there’s something so good about that kind of tired — the kind that comes from real work. Lyrics: [Verse 1] Before the sun cracks the horizon, I'm pulling on my boots The rooster's still asleep, but I've got chores before the dew I walk the barn by flashlight, count the horses, check the feed This ain't a job — it's who I am. It's every breath I breathe. [Chorus] Working girl, I am — dirt under my nails Working girl, I am — mending fences, hauling bales My hands are rough, my back might ache, my knees are always sore But the land don't care how pretty you are — it just wants a little more Working girl, I am. And I wouldn't trade it for anything, ma'am. [Verse 2] I drive the tractor in a straight line, discing under summer sun The dust clouds rise behind me, and I know the job's half done I fix a broken water line, I wrestle with a gate There's no such thing as "not my job" when the farm can't wait. [Chorus] Working girl, I am — grease up to my wrists Working girl, I am — I know blisters, I know grits I've been cussed by a heifer, been kicked by a mare But I still show up tomorrow with my coffee and my chair Working girl, I am. And I earned every callus that I wear. [Bridge] They ask me if I ever wish for an easy 9 to 5 I say, "Who'd feed the horses? Who'd keep the bees alive?" My mama was a working girl. Her mama too, I guess. This ain't a life you choose — it's a life that you possess. [Final Chorus] Working girl, I am — sunrise to the dark Working girl, I am — I've got the scars to prove the mark The city lights don't call my name, the pavement ain't my ground I'm a working girl from a working world — and I'm proud of every pound Of hay I hauled, of fence I fixed, of sweat I left in the yard Working girl, I am. And that's enough. That's my card. [Outro] Boots off. Coffee hot. Another day done right. Working girl, I am. Goodnight. If you or anyone you know has ever worked hard with your own two hands and felt that good kind of exhaustion wash over you at night… this song is for you. Thank you for listening, darlin’. I’m writing more songs just like this one for you. #CountryBallad #OriginalCountrySong #HeartfeltCountry #EricaSings #AppalachianCountry