Drinking Class - Lee Brice

We’re up when the rooster crows

Clock in when the whistle blows

Eight hours ticking slow

And then tomorrow we’ll do it all over again

I’m a member of a blue collar crowd

They can never, nah they can’t keep us down

If you gotta, gotta label me, label me proud

I belong to the drinking class

Monday through Friday, man we bust our backs

If you’re one of us, raise your glass

I belong to the drinking class

We laugh, we cry, we love

Go hard when the going’s tough

Push back, come push and shove

Knock us down, we’ll get back up again and again

I’m a member of a good timing crowd

We get rowdy, we get wild and loud

If you gotta, gotta label me, label me proud

I belong to the drinking class

Monday through Friday, man we bust our backs

If you’re one of us, raise your glass

I belong to the drinking class

We all know why we’re here

A little fun, a little music, a little whiskey, a little beer

We’re gonna shake off those long week blues

Ladies, break out your dancing shoes

It don’t matter what night it is, it’s Friday

It’s Saturday, it’s Sunday

I just want to hear you say

I just want to hear you sing it

Y’all sing it with me

We belong to the drinking class

Monday through Friday, man we bust our backs

If you’re one of us, raise your glass

We belong to the drinking class

Yeah, we belong to the drinking class

Monday through Friday, man we bust our backs

And if you’re one of us, raise your glass

We belong to the drinking class