Rise before the sun, clockin’ in with pride,  
Real work, real grind, never losing sight.
Hands rough from the struggle, face to face with the fight,  
Building up the world, day and night.  

Lifting heavy loads, putting in that sweat,  
No medals, no fame, but they have no regret.
From the factory floors to the fields they roam,  
They’re the ones out here turning dust into stone.  

Everyday workers, they deserve our thanks,
Building up the city, laying it down.
They don’t seek applause, but we gotta raise ‘em high,  
‘Cause the real heroes, they don’t wear a suit and tie.  

They don’t get the credit, but they’re steady in their ways,
Grinding through the grind, in the heat and the blaze.
Plumbing, driving, welding, cleaning, hammering, it’s all the same,
Pushing forward, no matter the game.

Everyday workers, they deserve our thanks,
Building up the city, laying it down.  
They don’t seek applause, but we gotta raise ‘em high,  
‘Cause the real heroes, they don’t wear a suit and tie.  

It’s the ones in the trenches, the backbone we lean,  
They make life flow smooth, but stay unseen.
So here’s a shout out, loud and clear,  
To the everyday workers; who give their all year after year.

Everyday workers, they deserve our thanks,
Building up the city, laying it down.  
They don’t seek applause, but we gotta raise ‘em high,  
‘Cause the real heroes, they don’t wear a suit and tie.

It’s the ones in the trenches, the backbone we lean,  
They make life flow smooth, but stay unseen.
So here’s a shout out, loud and clear,  
To the everyday workers; who give their all year after year.