Texas sun don't show no mercy on the line
Ten hours down, tradin' sweat for time
Dust in my lungs, rattle in my chest
This old ball cap’s the only thing at rest
Foreman’s yellin’ ‘bout a deadline on the rise
But I’m lookin’ for the gold in these painted skies
I’m a man of heavy liftin', heart of faded ink
Findin' my religion at the bottom of a drink
From the diesel in the air to the gravel in my soul
Tryin' to find a rhythm that I can control
Yeah, the road is long and the world is gettin' cold
But I’m still standin' tall, forty-seven years bold
Yeah, forty-seven years bold
Anchor on my arm from a girl I used to know
Blurry at the edges, like the places I don't go
Don't need no latte or a silver-spooned life
Just a cold silver can and a pocket knife
Drove every mile from El Paso to the Coast
Chasin' down the man that I used to be the most
I’m a man of heavy liftin', heart of faded ink
Findin' my religion at the bottom of a drink
From the diesel in the air to the gravel in my soul
Tryin' to find a rhythm that I can control
Yeah, the road is long and the world is gettin' cold
But I’m still standin' tall, forty-seven years bold
Yeah, forty-seven years bold
I’ve seen the seasons change, I’ve felt the wind
I’d do it all again, and again, and again
Forty-seven years bold
Forty-seven years bold
Still standin' tall