Slaid Cleaves - Rust Belt Fields lyrics

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