FURNACE HEART (OUTLAW COUNTRY) - Levi Stoker
Yeah
They don't build them like they used to
But I still stand in the fire
5:00 a.m. comes crawling like a freight train through the dark
Coffee black and a lunch pail
I'm punching in the clock
The whistle screams a warning
That iron groans and strains
There's a kingdom made of metal
Baptized in the flames
I walk the line of molten steel
Where the heat goes to the bone
Every man here knows the deal
You work or you go home
Oh, the furnace heart is beating
With a rhythm made of steam
It's the devil's own cathedral
Where we're living in between
Where the sinners and the saints
Beneath the smokestack sky
Bending metal, bending backs
Till the day we learn to fly
My daddy worked these girders
His daddy worked the mines
That rust and sweating labor
Running through these bloodlines
My hands are scarred and calloused
My back is bent and sore
But there's pride in every rivet
In the thunder and the roar
When the foreman yells,"Come on boys, let's make the boss man proud"
We just bite down on our tongues and air to the black cloud
Oh, the furnace heart is beating
With a rhythm made of steam
It's the devil's own cathedral
Where we're living in between
Where the sinners and the saints
Beneath the smokestack sky
Bending metal, bending backs
Till the day we learn to fly
Some men pray for silver
Some men pray for gold
I said some men pray for silver
Some men pray for gold
But I pray for the strength of a thousand men
To carry this load
Oh, carry this load
Lifting up
Lifting up
Higher than the rafters
Higher than the rafters
Into the light
Into the light
Oh, the furnace heart is beating
With a rhythm made of steam
It's the devil's own cathedral
Where we're living in between
Where the sinners and the saints
Beneath the smokestack sky
Bending metal, bending backs
Till the day we learn to fly
Till the day we learn to fly
Lord, the day we learn to fly
