The Plumb Line Pour

[Verse 1]
My back's a bowed-out scaffolding, tight as a drum,
From sun-up till the creek-bed's shadow, work ain't never done.
Felt every stud groan, every beam settle deep,
Heard the distant coal train whistle, secrets it would keep.

[Chorus]
That first cold one, a plumb line straight, cuts through the day,
Washes every crooked thought and weary ache away.
A quiet victory poured in glass, golden and bright,
A testament to grit, under the fading light.

[Verse 2]
My hands, they tell the story, calloused, rough, and worn,
Like old barn planks that weather every single storm.
Sweat stung my eyes, tasting like Appalachian dust,
But we built that frame solid, held by faith and trust.

[Chorus]
That first cold one, a plumb line straight, cuts through the day,
Washes every crooked thought and weary ache away.
A quiet victory poured in glass, golden and bright,
A testament to grit, under the fading light.

[Bridge]
Sometimes the blueprints crumble, sometimes the rebar bends,
Felt like I was building mountains, just to make amends.
But then the truck pulls in the drive, sun sinks behind the ridge,
And every single sacrifice feels like a sturdy bridge.

[Outro]
Yeah, a plumb line pour, a steady hand,
Best damn beer in this whole land.