[Intro]
[Verse 1]
Sun comes up, I hit the gravel,
Bottles clinkin’ in my sack.
Every can’s a dollar waitin’,
Turnin’ trash into some cash.
[Chorus]
Bottles and cans, country hustle,
Makin’ moves when times get tight.
Got my boots in the dirt,
Never too proud to work,
Pickin’ up by the moon’s last light.
[Verse 2]
Folks might say I’m down and out,
But I’m king of this backroad route.
Ain’t no shame in my low-down pride,
This old truck’s my saving ride.
[Chorus]
Bottles and cans, country hustle,
Makin’ moves when times get tight.
Got my boots in the dirt,
Never too proud to work,
Pickin’ up by the moon’s last light.
[Bridge]
Ain’t about what I ain’t got,
Just a dream and this parking lot.
Fingers sore, but my heart’s still free,
This junk’s buildin’ the best of me.
[Outro]