Thirty years I walked that floor
Clocked in early, same as before
Foreman couldn't meet my eyes
Said the line was moving, no goodbyes
Drove home slow past the rusted sign
Red light fading down the line
Sat in the truck till the engine cooled
Felt like a working man got fooled

Thirty years I fed that line
Now that line's done feeding me
Thirty years, I knew the time
Now tomorrow's hard to see
My work shirt's hanging by the door
I won't wear it anymore
That closing sign
Still burns my mind

My boy don't know the words to ask
Just watch me hang up my mask
He asks me if the shift is done
I tell him, "Yeah, the last one's run"
He pushes food around his plate
The kitchen clock is ticking late
Tomorrow morning I'll still be here
For the first time in thirty years

Thirty years I fed that line
Now that line's done feeding me
Thirty years, I knew the time
Now tomorrow's hard to see
My work shirt's hanging by the door
I won't wear it anymore
That closing sign
Still burns my mind

I remember my first day
Grandad met me on the way
Put a wrench into my hand
Said, "Watch close and understand"
Showed me the trade you gotta learn
30 years behind that door
Now I don't know what it's for

Thirty years I fed that line
Now that line's done feeding me
Thirty years, I knew the time
Now tomorrow's hard to see
My work shirt's hanging by the door
I won't need it anymore
That closing sign
Still burns my mind

Drove past that gate on my way home
Didn't stop, just kept on going
Thirty years I walked that floor
Tomorrow I won't walk it anymore