When i was a little boy my dad worked in the coalmine
He worked away for six days a week we didn´t see him much those days
My mother worked as a waitress at the cattlemen´s club
She worked hard eighteen hours a day but she hadn´t got no choice but to stay

I had to readjust my way
Watch my colourful future turn to grey

I´m bluecollar proud can´t you see
Living in a fantasy
Bluecollar proud can´t you see
Noone can take that away from me

I started to work for a handful of dollars in a factory building some wheels
I didn´t reflect over colours of the collars i didn´t thought it matter to me
The whitecollar gang kept teasing me said i was easy to replace
They said they were superior to me that i could disappear without a trace

I had to readjust my ways
Watch my colourful future turn to grey

I´m bluecollar proud can´t you see
Living in a fantasy
Bluecollar proud can´t you see
Noone can take that away from me

I´m bluecollar proud can´t you see
Living in a fantasy
Bluecollar proud can´t you see
Noone can take that away from me

I´m bluecollar proud can´t you see
Living in a fantasy
Bluecollar proud can´t you see
Noone can take that away from me