Rust Belt Fields - Slaid Cleaves

This is my town

Out in the rust belt fields

We were bangin' out Buicks

And Oldsmobiles

There was always a job

And the money was there

Some say we got a little lazy

Nobody seemed to care

But they figured it out

And shipped the elbow grease

Down to Mexico

And off to the Chinese

And I learned a little something

‘Bout how things are

No one remembers your name

Just for working hard

Drove into the ground

Till your factory’s cold

Then they tear it all down

And the parts get sold

Come the bankers now

Pickin' over the bones

I got three more neighbors now

‘Bout to lose their homes

‘Cause they figured it out

And shipped the elbow grease

Down to Mexico

And off to the Chinese

And I learned a little something

‘Bout how things are

No one gets a bonus

For bloody knuckles and scars

No one remembers your name

Just for working hard

There’s a casino boat

It’s up around Boon

Think I’ll buy me a bottle

And a motel room

Put all I have left

On a little black square

Risk it all like the big boys

Like I don’t even care

They’ll drive you into the ground

Till your engine’s cold

Call in the auctioneer

As the banks foreclose

And I learned a little something

‘Bout how things are

No one gets a bonus

For bloody knuckles and scars

No one remembers your name

Just for working hard