UNDER THE HARD HAT
© Words and Music:
Billie Temple / Donna Aylor / Susie Marshall

He drew his last paycheck , unemployment’s gone
Made a few calls from his black book on the telephone
Boss man promises new job is seven-tens
Come tomorrow daylight he’ll be gone again

Climb:
He’ll drag up and pack up a worn out road map
Say “I love you Hon gotta run” as he grabs his ole hard hat

CHORUS:
UNDER THE HARD HAT HIS RESUME IS WORD OF MOUTH
ONE WEEK IN ALASKA NEXT HE’S HEADED SOUTH
GOTTA KEEP THOSE RAILS A ROLLING
AND THE HIGHWAYS A TOLLING
HOT OR COLD ON THE THERMOSTAT
LIFE AIN’T EVER EASY UNDER THE HARD HAT

Now he’s looking for a job closer into home
He’s tired of leaving Beaumont on his way to Nome
From Dublin to Sydney to the Virgin Isles
From oil rigs to pulp mills and a lot more miles

Climb:
The life of construction is what he understands
And he’s helping build this great land with a pair of working hands

REPEAT CHORUS

Bridge: When the Lord calls him he’ll ask with pride
“Will there be any overtime on the other side?”

REPEAT CHORUS
NO LIFE AIN’T EVER EASY UNDER THE HARD HAT