Here they come walking down the street   steel capped boots and their feet   Scars and blisters on their hands   the forgotten heroes of this land      (chorus)   We're the working class of the U.S.A.   and it's about time that we had our say   Working man's disappearing without a sound   We're not gonna let our forefathers down      The sweat is real and their lives are hard   but they never give up they must move onwards   Blue collar workers of yesterday   we must carry on the fight thru today      My grandfather died trying to support his family   working hard all day in a rubber factory   In his name and on his grave   I have great pride when I say