Blue Collar And A Purple Heart Lyrics

Tobacco pouch, faded flannel
Eight-point mount hanging on the wood panel
Folgers black in an old green La-Z-Boy chair

Your truck breaks down, he’ll get it running
Nearly shot down, right door gunnin’
On a Black Hawk chopper over Mekong Delta air

Came home from the jungle with a limp
Made a brand-new start

Hard work, worry and world war
Ain’t scared of nothing ’cause he walks with the Lord
The kinda common sense ain’t common no more
Lives the kinda life makes a hell of a story
I’ve got a lot to learn
‘Bout life and love and the money we earn
Lucky for me I got him to turn to
A living, breathing landmark
Ooh, blue collar and a purple heart

Gloria June, that’s his Mrs.
While he does the tune-ups, she runs the business
In a pink pantsuit and her gray-streak bouffant hair

He don’t clean, she don’t cook
Their’s ain’t a story from a fairytale book
But what they got is real as it is rare
They still reach for each other every night
When the lights go dark

Hard work, worry and world war
Ain’t scared of nothing ’cause he walks with the Lord
The kinda common sense ain’t common no more
Lives the kinda life makes a hell of a story
I’ve got a lot to learn
‘Bout life and love and the money we earn
Lucky for me I got him to turn to
A living, breathing landmark
Ooh, blue collar and a purple heart

I grew up their grandkid
Took to heart everything they did
If you ever wanna know what the secret is

Hard work, worry and world war
Ain’t scared of nothing ’cause he walks with the Lord
The kinda common sense ain’t common no more
Lives the kinda life makes a hell of a story
I’ve got a lot to learn
‘Bout life and love and the money we earn
Lucky for me I got him to turn to
Living, breathing landmarks
Ooh, blue collar and a purple heart

Blue collar and a purple heart
Tobacco pouch, faded flannel
Eight-point mount hanging on the wood panel