The Dirt Drifters - Name On My Shirt Lyrics

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Name On My Shirt

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What Are The Lyrics For Name On My Shirt By The Dirt Drifters?
My old man, pick me up
Every day at half past four I'd hid behind that old school Waiting on his flat Bedford I'd climb up in that cab With someone I didn't wanna be The true blue collared man Putting in my time at work Years written on my hands A blessing and a curse Everyday looking older Covered up in grease and dirt Whole world upon my shoulders With my name on my shirt Touching clocks, raising kids It's all there is in all these times Turned eighteen, turned my back Packed my bags and headed out Then I didn't think I could To make sure I'd never be The true blue collared man Putting in my time at work Years written on my hands A blessing and a curse Everyday looking older Covered up in grease and dirt Whole world upon my shoulders With my name on my shirt You get and you see things differently All that matters now is working for my family I wonder if they'd be proud If they could see me now The true blue collared man Putting in my time at work Years written on my hands A blessing and a curse Everyday looking older Covered up in grease and dirt Whole world upon my shoulders With my name on my shirt I got my name on my shirt My name on my shirt Name on my shirt |
Who Wrote Name On My Shirt By The Dirt Drifters?
Jeff Middleton, Jon Mabe, Matthew Fleener
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What's The Duration Of The Name On My Shirt By The Dirt Drifters?The duration of Name On My Shirt is 4:39 minutes and seconds. |
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