Lyrics 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