Boeing Blues

Verse 1: I’ve been riveting on these 767s, every single day (A) I’ve been riveting on these 767s, every single day (A) Twenty years of sweat and gears, but red tape’s still in the way (B) Chorus: I’m just a man with a rivet gun, in a sea of grey and blue (A) Tired of the red tape and the politics, they stick like morning dew (B) Give me back my simple tools, let me work in peace (A) All these years I’ve paid my dues, I just need some release (B) Verse 2: They talk of efficiency, with their clipboards tight in hand (A) They talk of efficiency, with their clipboards tight in hand (A) But down here on the line, it’s a different kind of land (B) Chorus: I’m just a man with a rivet gun, in a sea of grey and blue (A) Tired of the red tape and the politics, they stick like morning dew (B) All these years I’ve paid my dues, I just need some release (B) Verse 3: Sometimes I dream of a place, where work is just and fair (A) Sometimes I dream of a place, where work is just and fair (A) Where a man is judged by his craft, not by the red tape affair (B) Chorus: I’m just a man with a rivet gun, in a sea of grey and blue (A) Tired of the red tape and the politics, they stick like morning dew (B) All these years I’ve paid my dues, I just need some release (B) Outro: So I’ll keep riveting these panels, while my mind it roams free (A) So I’ll keep riveting these panels, while my mind it roams free (A) Hoping one day things change, until then, it’s just me and this machine (B)