Hard Work Wins

Rise with the dawn coffee black and strong boot boots on the ground another day begun. Plowing through the dirt from can't see to can't see calluses building sweat soaking my sleeve hands blistered raw. Back aching deep, but every road planted is a promise I keep. Sun beats down like a hammer on steel, pushing through the burn, making the yield. Hard work gets the fire in my veins, building dreams from the pouring rain. Aching muscles, heart full of gain, hard work, yeah. It's worth all the pain, lifting the load, standing tall in the strain. Hard work, call it my sweetest refrain. There was a time, question the cost, once wondering if I'd ever get lost. But seeing the heart. The harvest the ones that I love reminds me the grind is what I'm made of. guitar solo guitar solo guitar solo guitar solo guitar solo guitar solo guitar solo guitar solo guitar solo guitar solo guitar solo guitar solo guitar solo guitar solo guitar solo guitar solo guitar solo guitar solo guitar solo guitar solo guitar solo guitar solo guitar solo guitar solo guitar solo guitar solo guitar solo guitar solo guitar solo guitar solo guitar solo guitar solo guitar solo guitar solo guitar solo guitar solo guitar solo guitar solo guitar solo guitar solo guitar solo guitar solo guitar solo guitar solo guitar solo