Archive entry · NB-0004
Thick and Thin
Nubian Beats
Cinematic · 3:38 · 140 BPM
Description
To every hardworking man winding down tonight after a long week... The welder. The truck driver. The office worker. The security guard. The plumber. The father. The man carrying responsibilities nobody fully sees. This song is for you. The men waking up at 5:40AM before everybody else. Coffee black. One slice of bread. Boots on. Back to work. And after carrying the world all day... you still come home and stand watch. Not for applause. Not for medals. Just because it is your duty. “Thick and Thin” is a tribute to the quiet strength of ordinary men. Have a drink tonight brothers. You earned it.
Lyrics
[Intro] (quiet hums, distant footsteps) Five forty AM... Again. Cold floor... Dark room... Coffee black... One slice of bread... That’s it. [Verse 1] Put them boots on... Head into the grey. Another long road... Another heavy day. Some men swing hammers... Some move steel... Some fight deadlines... Some fight in fields. No parade... No applause... Just work through the pain And carry the load. [Hook] Who wake up first? ...The man. Who sleep the least? ...The man. Who carry the weight? ...The man. Who stand by the door When everybody sleep? ...The man. [Verse 2] Sun going down... But the work ain’t done. Trade one uniform... For another one. Check every lock... Walk through the dark... Listen for danger... Protect what is ours. (Half-spoken female voice) “Honey... the garage door is broken.” (short pause) “Alright... I got it.” [Hook 2] When the ship go down... Who give up the raft? ...The man. When the walls cave in... Who hold them back? ...The man. When them terrorists arrive... Who get the draft first? (long pause) You know the answer... The man. [Bridge] Tired eyes... Weathered hands... Still get up And do it again. No medals... No choir... Just stand in the storm And hold the line higher. [Final Hook] Who walk toward danger When everybody run? ...The man. Who stay behind Till the job gets done? ...The man. And if tomorrow Call my name... I still wake up At five forty again. [Outro] (softly) Coffee black... Boots back on... Again.