Highway 450

I've seen the color of the blue-collared Dollar Stained crimson from the knuckles all in grease. I know the sound of a Cummins diesel Engine Headed back and forth on Highway 450. As The heat waves rise to a western coal mine, Working man thinks of how it used to be. A tough job often filled, the only time never Killed, Is headed back and forth on Highway 450. Coal, Black and tar fed fuel to every fire. Heat our homes to keep this country free. I was younger then, never praising the Man headed back and forth on Highway 450. Raise your beer glasses high To a coal miner's plight. Here's to the men that lived and died for Energy. Heavy dust, heavy dawn when a new shift comes On headed back and forth on Highway 450. Working hard and living free, headed back and forth On Highway 450.